Somewhere;
Somewhere, before my heart turned crafty,
I fell stupidly in love with you.
Don't ask how, don't ask why. I don't reveal such truths
As those. Sacred—stamped crossly beneath your rugged heart
Your love was embedded, emblazoned, ignorant of my whims.
Of course I adored you, dear, but I can't spell that right out loud.
My lips feel salted and rough, though you assure me
They taste like velvet tears. Tears;
Exactly what I'm full of.
I can't carry my cross to you, I'm unable to mount the bridge.
I cannot say a word to you, nor account any sacrilege.
Just...tell me it won't end. Even if I carve out my own ticker
With broiling lies, stay with me. Cradle me, undo me, like your
Kind do incredibly well.
Don't let it all disappear like snowflakes
Falling perilously into an ocean.
Say it again; scream. Do anything,
Hit me if you must.
Just don't announce it,
Make it painfully plain,
With words so pumped with vile vigor
That even your saline teeth itch—
That it's not even real—
Not even an inch.
That I fell for an ox and not a man;
That I clawed out my very own heart for nothing.
