Bambi 

your crimson fireworks

ignite in echoic chambers,

kindled by your cheshire smile

and married with the stroke

of your perfectly painted nails 

down the seams of my arteries.

Bambi the glinting edge sparkles

like your canines in that scarlet light

—sharp, hungry, vicious, full,

flesh, bone, aorta.

Bambi baby with your baby blue eyes

you hide bullets in your innocent fists

and a noose in every tress

of your inky stygian mane.

oh Bambi I’m bleeding Bambi

I’m the milk and you’re my vinegar;

we’re the harlequin marble tiles upon which it will soon

spill.

Bambi, dear

you’ve the voice of a saint

and the soul of a sinner

and a cigarette is placed

in the crevice between your fingers.

Cover image by Anastasia Vityukova on Unsplash

Featured image by Dimitri Bong on Unsplash