Skeletons rise 
    buried together 
punishment based 
      price paid for desire
scratched on the bones 
  a myriad of mmm’s 
     how would one define
            a poor lover?

    Absence of reinforcement 
inability to connect on a soulful level 
    connection exists with purpose 
         humans who orbit each other 
  tendrils absent of the capacity to release 
     hooks exist for a reason amidst denial 
         beyond lovers unable to touch 

   That specific scene from Predator 
comes to mind, when the brain is ripped out with the CNS
   the only way to diminish the pain 
    a love that caused pain 
    an overwhelming tier of confusion 

  Dissociative bubbles in the cauldron 
       in a manner of the three witches from MacBeth 
    intertwine thoughts of the holiday season 
       post celebration January blues 

  Maleficence: “Don’t make me regret the letter I mailed.” 
  Me: “I regret the letter you sent.” 

Dramatically poised and completely oblivious 
   take the katana, stab it into my heart
 that is the desired outcome is it not 
     to reject one so horrifically 
  desire connection 
or perhaps worse banishment forever