those nights when your knees go numb,
arms fall limp,
stomach tumbles out with a warm
plop onto the
carpet
because
the greedy past ate your confidence,
so violet thoughts buzz on your
finger tips which twitch empty,
clutch restless against your bed sheets
as guilt grows creeping-ivy
along your hair-line.
regret!
you whisper sweet
dank drippings
that ooze down my
wrists--
speak easy to me:
gin soft words dropped
pillowing into my brain--
tell me I am more than
this skin with its
endless electrons that
burn against my eyes,
frantic.
taste my heart
if you doubt—
you’ll find it thundering
with insatiable desire,
lent me by the sun.
please bathe me
in golden baptismal waters,
renew my soul that lingers
at the edge,
give me green glass eyes that
see all things new.
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