To French Kiss a Facist

To French Kiss a Facist

We’re shooting angels from the sky
With bows and arrows on fire
This sexual sadism seldom does tire,
I show you their blood on my hands and you kiss me.

The first time we kissed
You wrapped a grenade up in tape
And told me to swallow,
I do, it detonates.
Smoke reaches from my mouth as an
I love you
And as I tell you this
You kiss me.

You’re kissing me down there
But my mouth is up here
Listen to me, won’t you?
My words could find diamonds
But you pull molten gold from between my thighs
Take from me these pathetic wet gifts.

You and your fuckung quiet,
The air between our lips
Eats you alive
And you point at me;
As if the blame is mine.
We’re shooting angels from the sky
With bows and arrows on fire
This sexual sadism seldom does tire
The remnants of my childhood fsr past expired
It is a melted pool on the ground.
You pull molten gold from my thighs
And make yourself a crown.

You break my heart in two
And leave me,
As if I don’t give enough to you.
Look at me, look at me,
I’ve been dying over you.
Trying to for you
Listening for you,
The music goes quiet:
Every word you say is a song
But the opera finishes.

And in that bed where we lie
Every kiss hides a lie
I ask you to keep me grounded
And you turn my face to the sky
And show me angels on fire.
Now, look at all remains,

You and your Achilles mane.
Faggots are drawn to fascists
With passionate flames
As lovers play losing games,
Never sun, always rain,
Now look at all remains
A conquered body,
A ball and chain,
Teeth marks on my skin
Like a tattoo of your name
I brush my fingers over them
And think of you, and the pain.

Now look at all remains,
Your face vacant and plain
As you lean in to kiss me.
We are broken and moonlit,
Every word you say is a song
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
And hasn’t everything I’ve done
Been for you?