Month: November 2020

I walk this life
Like an old oak tree
Rings of protection
Built
Yearly

And I see
Love
As bearing my heart
To let you
Carve
Your initials
Into me

But at the core
I am pure sensitivity
No skin, no nails
Just raw nerve endings
Taking in my world
The closer to this core
The more sensitive I am
And I determine how close
I let someone in
By how much they can tolerate
And be responsible
With my sensitivity

So I ask you now
How
Do you want to leave
Your mark
How
Deep
And How
Sweet
Do you want
Your initials
To be

Fingertips
Dip
Deep
Into Your
Exposed flesh

Blood seeps
Under nails
Searching
Searching
Until
Finally grasping
Bone
Something sturdy
Solid
To hold

You are my Love
And my Hate
My Redeemer
Captor
Abuser
Accuser

I would leave You
But where would I go?
You are my whole world
And I wouldn’t know
How to leave
Even if I wanted to

So I scream into a void
Claw ghosts
Wrestle the wind

But if I get my hands on You
I will never let go
We will cry in agony
Together
Look at this reality
Together
Live torture and ecstasy
Together
Forever
Falling
Floating
Cascading
Down a river
Of souls