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?
Tongues shudder and pump lead -
metallic heat, feverish, loving;
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
rinsing themselves over each limb,
bones click; eyes in the walls,
ears twist the light fixtures, straining for sound.

Sensations are dead, metal on the mind,
a head floats -
banging like a headboard.

I writhe against trembling lips,
stuttering sweetness -
she never utters a kiss
identical digits reading brail off my hips;
sides rub themselves tirelessly as fingers caress,
the antiquity - not the flesh.