take a swig/do a gay ballet on ice with me please?

i.

you give and you give and you give

ii.
with wasted minutes left to live

purchase a bottle full of earth and dirt, pass it
around

take a swig

then drink down the ground, wash it down with pink
sound

as red visuals hold rituals behind eyelids of your mind.

iii.

the nuance of a seance.

iv.

be your own boss, make the sign of your own cross,
convince emotions and intellect that there is no such
thing as a 'weaker sex' or a real, honest to god 'loss'

push, shove, catch, and toss

for weeks and weeks and weeks

v.
with tongues in our young cheeks

tied ever so obediently

we forget to talk; we are very quiet; we simply
walk then speak with

a language not yet in existence-

vi.

a wife every day and every night,

every night he feeds off his arms, legs, and insides
then they grow back in the morning

only thing we know surely

is 'at least we don't eat ourselves every evening'

vii.

higher than the sky's ceiling

we believe in everything, we recline inside
eachother's minds- instead of trying to hide,
we wish to find

we reside within one another's minds

and let love's kite fly

as our 'crappy' feelings begin to die, soon to be replaced with sighs
of happy relief

you are my thief

viii.

with young tongues in cheeks of mud and blood

we smile the shine of a beam

as our hearts reflect like mirrors off the surface
of eachother's eyes

viiii.

i believe in lies- i believe in a dream within a dream
i certainly, most definitely, believe in your body

kneeling to cling to so many few and far between
reasons for apologizing; you're too clever, so
don't ever apologize

you are my excuse, i'll gladly be your alibi