Mar 2019
*** for me,
No.
I mean come for me,
At 3:14 am when the last brick has crumbled,
In the facade of surety that you are left to rebuild in moments that seem to allude the hands of time,
Unsurety filling a void that continues to expand like the gaps in your teeth.
*** for me,
Come lost and broken,
Like the hands that will caress the parts of your body and soul that even shadows will not touch,
Let finger tips trace words across your lips,
That the muses have let flow from every inch of your body but that which would allow release.
We are at the edge, love.
But the gods are not permissive of a beggars heart,
And we are not finished,
For the tears are not falling,
And nothing about love ends in emptiness.
Come for me,
For this entire existence is fertile and futile,
As are we,
Meaningless but in passing.
*** for me,
With eyes open,
For there is some beauty in destruction,
And some pain is necessary,
Look at me with the intention to leave or stay,
And you will have known what it means to come for me.
Learn that love comes only in manipulation,
Learn to tease between pain, pleasure, and anticipation,
*** for me.
Then leave.
Leave trembling, leave questioning, but leave whole.
*** for me,
Knowing that pain is as inevitable as absence.
Come for me,
Knowing that my body language will beg you to return,
Before words ever will.
*** for me,
Because poets, prophets, and scribes,
Beg to be lost,
In the manipulation of warmth,
And the movement of bodies,
That is willing to **** the embodiment,
Of cold memories and broken homes,
Birthed from ever so fertile and futile hips.
*** for me,
For the only home that may exist outside futility,
Rests between lips, thighs, and the restless movement,
Of the inversion of absence in the soul.
Come for me,
For healing that the original sin that still drips from your lips,
And anoint the sweetest ******* of love,
A salve for broken, bruised, and decorated skin.
Body covered or bare,
Come for me,
And realize that when the eyes open doors,
It is the body which chooses when to enter and exit,
*** for me.
No.
I mean come for me,
At 3:14 am when the last brick has crumbled,
In the facade of surety that you are left to rebuild in moments that seem to allude the hands of time,
Unsurety filling a void that continues to expand like the gaps in your teeth.
*** for me,
Come lost and broken,
Like the hands that will caress the parts of your body and soul that even shadows will not touch,
Let finger tips trace words across your lips,
That the muses have let flow from every inch of your body but that which would allow release.
We are at the edge, love.
But the gods are not permissive of a beggars heart,
And we are not finished,
For the tears are not falling,
And nothing about love ends in emptiness.
Come for me,
For this entire existence is fertile and futile,
As are we,
Meaningless but in passing.
*** for me,
With eyes open,
For there is some beauty in destruction,
And some pain is necessary,
Look at me with the intention to leave or stay,
And you will have known what it means to come for me.
Learn that love comes only in manipulation,
Learn to tease between pain, pleasure, and anticipation,
*** for me.
Then leave.
Leave trembling, leave questioning, but leave whole.
*** for me,
Knowing that pain is as inevitable as absence.
Come for me,
Knowing that my body language will beg you to return,
Before words ever will.
*** for me,
Because poets, prophets, and scribes,
Beg to be lost,
In the manipulation of warmth,
And the movement of bodies,
That is willing to **** the embodiment,
Of cold memories and broken homes,
Birthed from ever so fertile and futile hips.
*** for me,
For the only home that may exist outside futility,
Rests between lips, thighs, and the restless movement,
Of the inversion of absence in the soul.
Come for me,
For healing that the original sin that still drips from your lips,
And anoint the sweetest ******* of love,
A salve for broken, bruised, and decorated skin.
Body covered or bare,
Come for me,
And realize that when the eyes open doors,
It is the body which chooses when to enter and exit,
*** for me.
