For You, Ellen

I fell in love with a girl made of tin foil and sound.
In the sand of the shadows my dry mouth rises
off the four walls:
Oh broken down celestial temple that is the tin foil sky
guide me to the flesh of love,
I am sick of the skeleton of it.
Guide me to the body of love,
I am tired of the outline of it,
grinning wet and blue
I fell in love with tin foil,
the way your skin tasted in the temple.

In the sand of shadows there is nothing inside of you.
I have conquered you
and even your stars are empty clones -
burning and shuffling, burning and shuffling.

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