Sociopathic Teenage Boys & Time-Travelling World Saver's: Angsty Tom/Arry Prose

These quiet soles
cross our
threshold
of a shared chamber

absently

But I feel my lungs
extinguish their life
at this sight
Your back is turned away from me
wild tendrils of black
threaded to your scalp
are soaked and dripping
spilling
little rivers
down the endless planes
of your naked skin
until they rush to
embrace the towel
hitched
at your hip

Rugged and broad
a man with scars
scars I will give you

The expanse of your bare shoulders
slope to meet
symmetrically
to birth that quiet curve
of spine
Tense and powerful
you are a gorgeous predator
Ordained in bronze flesh
so honey-hued that
someday I will abuse
wrap up your ivory skeleton
tightly
And I forgive the sharp angle
of your jaw
for your throat curves
the envy of swans
delicate and stark
against rough bristling



Virgin lip inviting ignorant
you do not know what you ask
when you pull me
into your bed
I am not a child to indulge
I will tear you apart
with my talons


Just let me redeem
what I have yet to commit
and kiss the
muscles hardened
by war
war I cast upon you
ripple in rage and lust
and mars I gave you
or will give you
I need to fix
what I have not done

Please do not let me become him.



And yet you are afraid
of my sweat
and salt and heat
Your sweet tongue is forked
and dangerous
and so I will bite it to
savor your bitter blood




Callous hand caress
like a feather
Your absent light
is burning
bruising between us
Give me this
shivering wake of violence
I need this


I need this
I need thi s
i nee d this
 i need t his
I nee d th is

    i need this
(i need thi s)


But it will not happen.