Having a bad time, wishing you were here

The simple misery of your company
Your siren's song, in its angry beauty
Our rush to empty ourselves in each other
To hide and be seen, to shout and be ignored

The blurring of my hopes and fears
Your desperate grin, so fixed and taut
The whirlwind waltz on bleeding feet
Stops; we cross our heart, and hope to die

Auto Eroticism

I put piston, transmission fluid,
and hot air into this gal.

Now, she sucks
as if I'm the lemon!