The Dig
You let me take you by the jaw
Bellybuttons bump, my plum tongue cresting your lips
Heavenly bodies, my heavenly body; a golden bubble concealing diamond claw.
Body breached, I’ll scritch slice paw
my way to your frozen iron soul. Let me rip
off my cuticles. My dig brings molten heat that thaws, you let me take you by the jaw.
Rust begins to flower on your warming iron soul. I sharpen my wit, hacksaw
my way into your metallic soulflesh. Let each blow mark my leadership in our relationship.
I draw close to your silvery insides with every scrape and claw.
Liquid metal pours through my dreams as your eyes avert and tongue withdraws.
Submission becomes my newfangled anvil. Grip, chip, strip. Grip, chip, strip.
Limpwilled and slacknecked, I let you take me by the jaw.
Revelation! Glassy clarity. My tottering selfhood loosens your soulchains, your skeleton key a crackjaw
love language. Divine hierarchy, Courtly Love, an iron chariot where you hold the whip.
But iron is no match for the diamond claw.
And I am equipped to enforce your enlightenment. I’ll grind you down, corrode your bourgeois
soulsalon, jam a ship’s
worth of reason in your puny puis né soulcage as I take you by the jaw.
I will decide whether there is any beauty left to preserve. Your bone core soul trapped in my diamond claw.