Like A Beast

Loneliness breathes like a beast

its sides rise and fall, in fits and starts

it breathes in the dark, in and out

it breeds on itself, auto-erotic it gathers

on its haunches, a thing of no eyes

and all teeth and it gathers

on its haunches, a thing of no balls

but all dick and it gathers

on its haunches

and launches

straight for my throat;

I dreamed last night I had the virus

and it was the best dream

of death

I’ve ever had,

no longer alone.