Moulting.

So evenly it sheds
skin, love –
a gentle slip
in symphony
to betray a leather
breach;
its new & true jacket,
sleek
in fresh venom.

I arch the path
of the latest asp
in hot ash, unravelled
along cinders of
our nebulous friends;

kidneys, liver, lovers –

those fallen organs
shape neurotic beds
for a living dead.