Heart Rot

poetry for lovers vol. I

if i die from heart rot
it will be a Good Death
Holy fruiting Spirit body
I consent
enter my willing wounds
with your freaky conk
re-mind me that i cannot be useless 
in this Dream

i am a snag tree to a Deathwatch Beetle
i watch the death that watches me
trembling on purpose, uncomfortable
sweet n’ sour 
savoury
fermented heartwood
deep sacrifice debris

enraptured by the compassion center

the fecund goo of forgiveness 
waterboards me. 2 MUCH 2 FAST 2 SOON
In a cool way

Omgggg i’m deaaaad 
i say
folding from the inside out
chubby and forever, like the torus field
The heart: The fulcrum
Oh, to be a humble nutrient for You