It’s not enough to hear your name
– Flicker of hope in my eyes –
I want to consume your name
So each letter feels my tongue
Amidst a mouthful of visions.
I want to hold you to my pressure points
So the forging of our steel
Will create the finest edge
Any blacksmith has ever hammered.
And when my silence is dearly broken,
I want it to be your vision
That subtly slices open my vein
So that I have no separation
Between what you are and I can be,
Where long roads converge
And my stone hones your edge.
Tag: mouthful
Crux For Your Habit (day 2460)
I was born a liar –
Ten thousand bones
Sticking out of my skin.
Bad, unscrupulously,
With a hex for every breath;
Sin by the mouthful,
And a crux for your habit
Of econoline wealth;
For a vision of darkness
To wash it on down.