Sex Planes

I’m overthrown.
Chronic deference to a killer.
Knock a limb. Rock.
Demise to queen. Pin to king.
He’s my favorite nemesis.
Kind of a prophet.
It’s front page worthy
Constant thief of my senses.

His murder count brags
Of our joint skin.
I’m shined to stone.
Petrified when it’s gone.

Combine forces. Pretend insanity
So I don’t have jury duty.
Instead, he tatters the verdict
Of eternity.
I’m damned. I’m shredded.
He erases me.

Moonsick, a plane bent into my room.
I couldn’t even move.