(explicit)

**** my soul
        with poetry
           scream out my gracious name
             slay me with words
               that peel my layers
                and simultaneously
                                   drive me
                                           insane

finger me slowly, hotly
with just the right rhythm and rhyme
    push me past my
                 tender limits
                       into tongues of syntax,
                                                      sublime

a­lliterate my senses
   (in swift stac
                    c-at
                           o)
until my mind is but blank verse
    mess up my stressed
              and unstressed syllables
in unsung language, versed

I will speak to you in vowels
(the only sound
       I will be able to make)
as you stroke
   my iambic pentameter
             in the heat of frothed-up
                                                     ache

we are this heroic couplet, you see
        even if the meaning seems veiled
           no need for simile or metaphor
               as I feel your chest rise
                              in deep inhale

we are a natural paradox
       so many ironies abound
         discordant harmony
is our synaesthesia
     in visible darkness found

and I love this delicious enjambment
as your aura invisibly slips
                               into mine
our lines have no beginning,
                                 no end
    as we undo
          the boundaries
                      of time

Like Crystal prizms
Under the dying light,
Saying goodbyes
To the one I love.

Like a whirlpool
Of boulders spiraling
On to my heart,
The weight of your
Presences.

Like fountains
Nesting in the sand,
Your kiss
Just too far away.

I'm caught in
Your metaphoric
Fallen star,
Like a shadow
Existing because of light,
I'm not hurting
Baby,
The pain is how know
It is real!

Despite the lack of
Mention
Nothing was lost,

A lifetime of eternals
Endurance,

(Only The Word can save
Your memory)

A Son builds
Holy wars,
Carpenter's slplintered
Edistence,

(Only the Word remembers
You, carpenter unspoken)

If you can remember
What your name was,
The doves will fly,

I would think a father
In the flesh,
Of the Father in the flesh.

If you weren't
A miracle,
What a great man you were!

(Joseph, The Word is spoken,
Mentioned you too)

And if one day I spoke
Of my father,
I'd say he was a carpenter,
Just a few words,

More than what I say,

( The Word and the words,
An afterthought built!)

The bridges are math,
What lies under is theory,
A graviton in truth.
E equals
God's part:

Tiny cells
On a collision course
Missing everything
In between.

It's nothing new
In a prison
Or office
Because both shape
A prisoner.

It's the same
Geometric shape,
Because both
Percieve a prison.

Red running,
A blood flowing
Carrying deliverance,
Return to sender,
Heart beats thumping
What,

Red Running,
Colored sky
And the sun is yawning
In a daily perpetual
Death,

Red Running.