Are you ready?
To defend your words to the death
Draw saws without the S
So that your words bleed poetry into my flesh
and make me whole again
To transcend time zones
Crawl into history
Swim through embryonic memory
In the blinking of an eclipse
Claw our way out of this apocalypse
Fall into each others lips
Slip verse into pockets lined with the dreams
that we convince ourselves to forget
Forget having ever been in love
So that we can forget the heart ache and learn how to love real again.
I am hungry for you to encase me in Gods divinity.
Paint it for me with the pattern of your tongue
Tell it to me in tongues
Tell it to me backwards
divinity Gods in me encase to you for hungry I am
I think I am…
I think thoughts that climb rooftops and cradle sunsets
Spins words like an old vintage record
Press record, count me in
1,2,3 there4 I am.