My own gristle and flesh,
these drums and aches create knots
thick and twined into my blood, my muscles, my skin barely
masks them all.
to accept, with grace and humility-
if only i could be so gallant! Instead, this beast
unfurled
uncouth
great lout, my heart.
(Of which you have swallowed in almost it’s entirety
i want to rip it from your teeth, your
oiled throat run dry but i profess:
I will fall soft for you again
as a brush dipped in water,
or every morning before
it has been witnessed by the human eye.
Always, I will rush to fill the absence
so weighted
it crushes every spark
every attempt to breathe
in the face of you, impossible and
never ending. )
Oh heart, so clumsy and earnest
it is nigh time to unwind.
fruited in my mind and
spoken by my sordid guts, the truth is that
It would be remiss of me to have offered you one solemn prayer
of hope that
you ever had a chance at success.
