I have days to make you
My moments. Leave
Me so that I can miss loving
Your surprises.
I will humiliate this pain
With my closed firsts and
Pry open it’s velvet
Cut.
Years have passed as
I wrote that as you listened
To the mundane air
Of sabotage and birth.
So I’ve concluded your space
Into matter less sentences
because there are no other
Avenues for me to make love
With. There are more
Promised brokens to
Keep up with.
Revived mortals are
Tempted and distraught
And again and again
We simplify our own
Hearts.
Tamed statues with
Bleeding eyes;
Realistic skies are
Drowning with our marriages.
Trickling down my spine
Are your feverish scents
Tinited with shy inspirations
And I am your broken
Habitat in studious
Frames. I release my
sacral fear unto your
guided light.
Find me inside me;
I’m lost in that place
Again.
