Night isn’t dark enough to cover my shame
How I reveal myself to you from these coils
So long hung to rust with ashy regret of inaction
I once watched my life on the movie screen and when it ended
We all toasted the director, who wrote our existence
On the inside of his scarred wrist.
Do father’s ever know their daughters?
Grown in earth before lightning strike
Do lovers ever desipher the real reason for silence
Resting like a found feather on dusty counter top
So easily blown to floor.
Night isn’t dark enough to cover my need
To emerge un-whole and starving from grief
And feast on you until all blood is drunk.
I grow ill with desire
It boils my want the color of bones found beneath rocks
And thunder reminds me
I am always
Lift me then, into your mouth, make a meal of my belief
There is only one go around on the Ferris wheel
You smooth indigo sheets free of perspective
lying as flat as hope without wind to bouy them apparent
As I am diminished in anything without you
iris petals growing ever soft against their hard stalks.
Night isn’t dark enough to cover my words
Spoken like strokes over your ebony crown of thorns
My unquiet heart desirous of posie finds in you
A glittering creature, unreachable in your poise.
My feet are sore from running and my heart hammers as
A hundred drums pound the surge of us
Your devour and my claim are loose souls finding substance
In the fever of each other against
Belting storm, whipping its wrath like enthusiastic penetant
Eager to evoke blood
Mine and yours on scald of dawn
From you …
Night isn’t dark enough to disguise my love.