Lovely beast

I know you are a bit rude
and you watch smiling young boys while drinking your coffee
at the museum.
and you are not a big fan of Millais
but guys with square glasses and tight jeans that love him
poison your thoughts so sweetly.
you kick me with your left elbow
each and every time i say i am sorry for not having a dick
and i never tell you, but it kind of hurts.
but you laugh so loudly when your humerus kicks into my ribs
that instead of fainting
i stand on my back charmed and amused.
you always say you want to meet my mother,
she's by far more age appropriate for you,
but you wouldn't like her,
she has big breasts and a nasty habit of telling everyone what to do.
now, don't get me wrong,
she is great
but she would never spend her mornings smoking weed with you
while watching artsy porn
like I do.
you say you are in love with me
like you are with the paragons vinyl
you play each time we have dinner.
i know you are...
but i tell you, just because you are in love
it doesn't give you the privilege to see my scars,
but you are not the kind of man who gives up just like that.
so, you stare at my wounds and kiss them,
by the window of your kitchen,
while i watch your cat licking our omelette.
and you are a bit old,
but your wrinkles feel so good under the tip of my fingers
and you have such a perfect hairline, boy
and such perfect teeth
that I almost forget that your tattoos will soon fade
conquered by time.
and you are a bit rude,
i know that
you always keep telling me what a great blow-job
Michelle gives
and that i should try her sometimes,
but the way you sing to me whispering
like a young virgin's phantom
after we fuck
makes it all worthy.
and you don't like art that much,
but you love watching me naked
pushing the button of my camera
as i shoot
the last memory of the last bastard before you
and you say
''i will never allow you to spit up like that
my fingerprints on your neck and thighs.''
and as i puke the thought of a fake friendship
and the image of his unworthy bold skull
i drown in your voice.
black lilacs, black lilacs
so beautiful they blossom around me
just like you said,
only fools could think death is not pink.
we are here with our black hearts
grinning
for we are in love.
your cat is watching us,
but that's ok
radiohead covers its bizarre purring.
the wine made it all clear.
i love you. let's fuck.
you have a plane to catch within 3 hours.