big red ocean swallow me whole
consume the flesh of my mortal body
wet heat
my flesh, torn from bone
sinew like spiderweb
love of mine, become god
come to me as father, brother, killer
i find you in a photograph
sun worn
summer faded
under a wide open sky
things dont get better
but i stop being so sick
there is a part of me that will always be yellow
brown, rotted
pustulent
greedy
i drown in a heady wave of devotion
you bring me out into the light
again
and again, and again
i fear the dark more than ever these days
the shadows don’t leave
have you seen the posters up in the the streets?
calling for revolution
freedom from your all-consuming affection
would you let go of my hand, free me from your white knuckle grip
and let me fall on my own just once, create something for myself
a bruise
draw blood
create another space in me
with words and knives and wet hands
blessed be those who beg for freedom
and those who dance to bring the rain