blue on blue

There is nothing unlawful about

Wanting you to expire by hypercarbia

As you inhale more of her breath than what you are supposed to.

There is nothing peculiar about wanting you to pass on,

Victim of some Bywaters' syndrome

As you lay with both lungs and breast

Illegally compressed

By foreign weight.

There is nothing insane about

Wishing some rare African disease on you,

If we could just agree on something

like internal leakage can be caused by rubbing.

(Repeatedly against a sharp object or someone else's tender flesh)

And that the moist fingers you feel,

might have pierced organs first

those that are responsible for converting

( I really don't know, so don't ask )

me - mine - my

electro-chemical impulses in neurons.

There is nothing particularly inhumanly cruel about you.

There’s also nothing really inhumane about me