Break a Vase.

The density that hums inside every chest
The pressure bloomed from inhaled disbelief
I want to crawl your skin like sidewinders on the sand
I want to rub you red, to rub you red

Embarrass us both with your spouting
We'll both let out a sigh, our heads pounding
We'll both be as lush as red wine

The reality of winter, cracking elbows and ankles
The fruit of our labor rotting in a stomach pit

You are naughty and you must be punished.