A key turned in a lock,
Rust creeps from hole to hand
Cracks splinter from wrist to floor,
They both fit? Although these doors shriek?
Shudder and pump lead
Tongues of metallic heat feverishly loving me back,
Winding themselves through leg and arm
Held cold, immobile - against what?

Blinking in unison thousands of lashes
Feathery frames malting like dandelion seeds,
Rendering my lungs opaque, clogged with breathy wishes.
The unnerving flick of identical irises
Washing themselves over each limb,
Tongues lick; eyes in the walls
Ears twist the broken light fixtures, straining for sound.
Sides rub themselves tirelessly as fingers caress,
The antiquity - not the flesh.

I writhe against trembling lips
Which stutter sweetness but never utter a kiss.
Identical digits reading brail off my hips,
Sensations are dead, metal on the mind.
Beyond the barred up window a head floats
Banging like a headboard against the cobwebs,
Extremities curled tight around hollow hips,
Sagging shoulders, putty bones -
My shattered voice and tired tears,
Make no dent against the chest that would not open.