The water aches as it coalesces.
My sinking bones sway in assent,
An ancient index, a mess of scars.
Limbs taunt, as a marionette’s
The color of your eyes
Like twice boiled blood
Eschew all sacrifice.
The savage soul is itself
A cage and I’ve found
In you a torment worth
My inevitable denouement.
My open heart steals.
Your ceaseless intimations
I crawl across the floor
Face down, pistons of secrecy,
My elbows in search of orifice.
As sharp as you are
I can’t find an edge,
A definite mass, an articulation
That bridges movement and artifact.
My mom is on her way home now. It may take me a while to get back into the swing and to catch up I have a ton of posts to read!