to the idea of you

to the wreck

s p e a k

to me lover

with a tongue dressed in honey

like a viscous curtain that flows

eloquently as blood does from a cut.

your lips d r a p e d in spectral seduction

as if a GHOST has caught your screams

in your throat and

pulled them down into your stomach

these walls are too thin to hold back

the restlessness created by curiosity

my darling, pandora

create a mess with your fingers on my cheeks

open the box

release the relief of mischief into the air

d e s t r o y m e

look at me

love me like you hate me

brush away all the stray hairs that

cope my structure

and plant a seed of forgiveness in

the palm of my hand

WAIT

for it grow

underneath the sweat slicked soil that is my skin

and then

P U L L

it up from the hairs of my arms like roots

and B U R N

it in the fireplace

baby

kiss me

indulge in me

my goddess

my angel

can you taste it?

can you taste the sugar on your roof of your mouth?

is it too sweet for you to swallow?

does it hurt?

does it hurt you like it hurts me

when you shove your tongue

into the depths of my esopagus

with sand at the tip of it

scratching at my vocals cords

as if your name is trapped in them

you make me scream and laugh at the same time

and it hurts to breathe when i look at you

yet i am C U R S E D

with loving you for eternity

because there is no other safe haven

in someone else's eyes

there is no depth

to someone else's ocean

and i am no longer used to swimming in shallow water

when there are rocks picking at my toe nails

i am not used to feeling the bottom of the ocean

when the bottom is too far to reach

you may have destroyed the shores

with your storm of madness in the dark

but i am much more afraid of it being quiet

than of it being

silent