There’s your bloody handprint upon the wall above my bed you climbed on and I’m screaming out all the precious un-words like I’ve never said Your long waist stretched above me like a tangle white geometry Seeing through twisted words of the things that I promised not to do with you if I ever wanted to be through Don’t you touch me with your dull fingers pressing holes into my skin I found out that all your sorts of pleasure aren’t the kind of things from you I could ever win I want you to get something from me but there’s nothing that I could ever give to you.