Synopsis
–Amir Or
You put on your gorgeous
fornicating body
wear it like a tiger
wears its pounce.

I dig in your wound
toward the capsule of morphine
splash in the gorgeous plague
squirt meta-pain sparks

into the inflamed frame,
bounce from trampoline of skies
taut to the limit–
shoot
a last rain
definitely last.
Now
a long shot
roams the nebulas of flesh;

now it is permissible
to fold the skies
break the frame

edit memories
pay

Like a tiger its pounce
I take off your gorgeous
fornicating body.