Work Text:
this is the way we fight
all night
sling slurs and whispers
along tender curves
dig 'till blood comes
comes up like oil
our bodies toil
in action opposition aggression and
elision of the word
the one you wish you heard
silent on my breath
you moaned it
deep within your chest groaned it
at the impact of my fists
and waited
hissing
nipping
at my wrists and the chains
that held the word there