You're wrong
All the places that you've been didn't graze on your innocence
You were made corrupt
The villainy is part of you
Lavishly appointed on your collar
Plinting your neck tinseling in teems of golden
The sin is subsumed in the effusion of your blood
Acute and profound...recoil is unconceivable to consider
That burgundy evil you cradle_
Is the gist of my burdens
The everything and evermore subject of my hope
The tenderness I'm disclosing is mutilating; gravely scary
And fear has never creeped on a man like me_
Not even on the clothes bored by my destitute shadow
So today as you reach for my hand_
To kiss the band-aid stranded on my wrist
To follow ache under the self-inflicted wound
I want you to corrupt me with you
Include me in the haze of your offences
Drag me to the nadir of shallows
To death
I'd follow what does hide 'neath that girl's skin
You polish with ecru lamb eyes, docile plays of complainsant foully
My cause: a failing heart
Melting before your reverence;
A scorching hill, embracing my final attempt to find warmth
All dispair living without reason
You can weave my life back into four continuum seasons
Knit yourself to me without innocence
February 4, 2023