Safe people don’t write poetry

Place the barrel

deep in my mouth

deep throat

push

further

further

further

let it rest

pull the trigger

don't let it kill me

don't leave it too long

my sputum might get in the way

of gurgling last words

you could use in your memoir

write about me

after I die young

If I stay

till you trace the wrinkles of my story

on my face

and feel the roughness of my skin

there's nothing to write

baby

There is nothing to write

aging woman in a cage

of her own making

young voluptuous dead poet

more exciting

erotic

dazzling

to write about

Safe people

don't write poetry

sweetie

There's nothing to say

about the passage of time

days in and out

sleeping soundly

cradling you in my dreams

you kicking me out of yours

but when I press that barrel

baby

against your forehead

the side of your head

your hairline

when I wrap that tape

so that you can't see

can't speak

it won't be safe anymore

I won't be the old witch from Hell

and you won't be Dracula

But if we stay

remain silent a little longer

maybe we can survive

to our seventies

boring old souls who made it

not hectic transparent croons who couldn't take it