Dear Diary of Martin X 09/10/2016

eight and a half 

I love you too much 

To reveal you like a chestnut 

Peel you back and pop you 

Shining in my pocket 

I love you too much to undress you like an autumn salad 

Put you in my hair 

And cook you 

Like a shashlik

In a snare 

I love you too much to touch you 

Much like 

Claire and Francis 

For example 

We don't want to fondle 

All that skin and sinew

Quaking soft as cotton 

Something in our pip larks 

Will inevitably go rotten  

I love you too much to kiss you 

To glisten to the forbidden 

To put my tongue to your tongue 

Like I used to like to lick 

Those negative positive batteries 

To give myself electric shocks 

I love the taste of currents 

Ripping on my spit 

I love you much too much for that 

Besides, we might not fit

So throw me in reverse

Cos the tenth time we kiss it will all be over 

When we fuck the more the worse.