Spider LungsThere are spider webs in my lungs.Spider Lungs by Azzuen-B
They contract and dilate
Rip and tear
with each grasping attempt to respire
as I choke on lies
and strawberry aftershave.
Blue lippedYour lips are blue and blackBlue lipped by Azzuen-B
Darkling with bloody cracks,
In a thin line, chewed and freezing.
Locks of fire hang down and dance
As we shuffle our way up the frosted ladder
Into the warm caress of a velvet sky,
and a roasted flue on the rooftop.
Wiping the red spiderweb off arched cheekbones,
with the cuff of a soft leather jacket.
You’ve been fighting again-
You’re never hurt when you’re running.
Pinking our hands over the edges of the flue,
and the red tears are almost all gone.
There will be more. I know.
But right now I don’t care.
Right now I love the sweet tang of your blood on my tongue,
The scrape of your split skin on my cheek, my neck.
My shoulders and nose.
I am a star on this roof.
On this run down hot roof in the sky.