You Are So Beautiful, You Must Be Dying

my heaven   a waterfall, melting bars
         of soap

ejaculate filled honeycombs.     snot,
        sliding off your loofah       into

a navel
as bulbous slugs        frail creatures careen
   across suds
          a pale poison.

muted enamel against scales
pastels against ceramic.            the fabric

      of my human body, wet sand.     who
      can be bothered to gulp           deeper,

soft skull
stalling above air