You & I contend for
the vast space beneath
your skin. I’m knowingly
erotomanic—erotoleptic.
Lusting to pierce you

deeper-than-dermis &
farther-than-fascia.
Ravenously thirsty

for your absolu.
& you’ll be dabbled with,
& dappled with
absolute ineffability.

It’s monomaniacal: this
obsessively possessive
urge for what’s mine
& mine & mine—

my skin-mâché baby
doll—nothing about you
is yours, anymore.