I
have a scream, placed in a pillow, I
carry
it to you. I have a box filled
with
energy, I blast it into your
ribcage.
I have lungs as bleeding tar, sweet
tremendous
collapsing. I never had
a
body in ways I had you, it frets
me
to breathe – as without you so many
pigeons,
each holds a love-letter. to die
humiliation,
friends feeling
disgusted,
I beg to right your wrongs.
can’t
ignore interior, we try,
rain
into drains the fount is deceptive.
to
design passion, to listen to love
songs,
begging to feel that feeling. so
taboo
to love you, so high in acclaim, so
misspoken
– by a cave in its ache, so dear
to
me. I lose control in one clear
vision,
hands all over you. hardwood
ideographs,
never such nectar with
anguish
breeding – by a foolish man by a
grueling
sin, the tides are drenching, another
phallic
devastation. by phobia
wrath-house,
at cages, so soft, so diligent,
too
careful to absorb.
it
seems causeless. love is addiction. I
would
have a problem. is pain but love,
ultimate
rage? so rechanneled, wattage,
feuding
over fidelity. at first
glance,
it would become insatiable, a
gift
to have such a diamond. thoughts bleeding,
bombs
blasting, so cavalier in public
– to
never realize, rough patches as
plaguing
Egypt.
