#many thanks to yellowjackets emiliy bronte bones and all pablo neruda alicent hightower and others...

[torpoir]

there's been more and more of you lingering around me lately and questions of why i turn every trace down and strained pauses, and hard eyes, and horizontal nods with a sigh.

it is just a shame i can not mention, boiling, bubbling up my flamed, double edged sword adorned, torn apart body.

i am afraid of you lacerating my chest that if i am ever witness of your voice, i'd be instantly cursed for eternity that if i am ever to touch and interlace myself into your skin, i'd be poisoned with a breathlessness that nothing could be ever so special and immense as the presence of you.

i fear the beast i'd become to satiate my hunger would you be the sacrifice to the sacredness of my mouth? the dried sea, open, fragile and unholy that would show my heart could you ever warmly keep it layed down on your soul?

i am scared you'd never open me and ravage and sign my death terrified if it never happened repeatedly with every sight of you worried about spoiling the chance, the evermore

so i hold on to the blade. ash my body. answer a lie while keeping all i want in my mouth. froth with it. swallowing any crave and dying with it.