when your drapery and garments of a thick velvet
find a better home sprawled on the floor like dead creatures
and fill everything but you
I see poetry written all of your body
and the words puncture like exotic knives into my stomach
invisible scars singing like children in the sunlight
invisible scars that stand like strong men who are stricken
and afraid
your eyes hum lullaby's
and they sing the saddest songs
that are now stitched beneath my tongue
and to the edges of my lips
I drown in that forbidden place
where my stomach caves in
like lovers hearts beating in the grave of spring
a nocturnal escape of pleasures
and souls meeting place
dug with our hands through the soil of our lives
chastity comes in purely
while we walk with our disguise