Inner Work

Your work is your own
if even I pay you
the bruises you give me
are all out on loan.

The depth of the words
that you use, yes, they slay me,
so kill me and take me
and lick up my bones.

Leave nothing
no ego or referenced debris
sink in your teeth
and satisfy me.

We'll talk then so deeply
that darkness we trust
the tightened infusion
and bursting we bust.

Beyond any climax
and cups full of heat
no matter the pain
no matter the meat

To get to the bottom
the core of the show
strip all defenses
I just want to know

Leaping all memory
cutting all ties
releasing all journeys
where everyone dies

When finally there
at that point
to relinquish
what do we find
when we get
to the line?

Look over
and view;
cum slowly
and deeply,
then give me
the secrets
you hold
in your mind.

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