Call off the Dogs

Call off the dogs
Keep your head
«I know the drill»
Is what you said
But the blind-thump
Drum beat
Froze with
Deaf heat
And the night’s still young
But I feel old
And don’t touch me there
Your hands were cold
From the outside
Crows speak
Wet face
Warm cheeks
Silence my roaring veins
Exhale, inhale
It’s hot in here
Fleshy-walled foundations
Oxygen thick like glue
Let’s go to bed
I like you best
The teeth in your mouth
Tongue suppressed