lemon scented romance

dear mr danston
dance with me thrugh
the rain and genocide
catching metallic tears
on sunburnt tongues
where i lap up
your drunken skull
pains that leak into
children's lead poison
play things threaded
with recycled paper
envelopes that carry
the letters i copied
in green ink
from the squid
you bought
on our birthday
death wish me
death bed flirt
until i face-plant
onto your naked femur
and last years tears.