Do my words
                               my existence
              
                   my breath
                                                          ­    my hardship

the thud of my feet upon the flesh of the earth

                                      my thoughts of us
                                                              ­                   or lack thereof..

Carry explosives
                                 unruly power
                      omnipotence
                         ­                               demolition
                       ­      daggers

into the satin, slick clamshell center of your chest


The way yours do

                                       To me?