jarred human parts

you're gorgeous-
you're like a fist in the neck.
you're like how a foot in the ass crack
goes along with a gun on the back of the head-

you're killing hot, i'm dead-
and I don't know you yet.
you're all that I grasp and
the steam that's hissing from
every pore hole in my boiling
skin, and all that

is curing my ape habits.
so fix both my thumbs:
cut them off. save my
hands and cure them. save them
from being human.

I know you can do it:
you're gorgeous.
it all goes wrong, and i'll grab it hard
and hold on-

too much heat and my skin does blister-
but infallible by fire is my fetish for
the very loveliest of creatures