labyrinths ~ abstract love letters unsent [ii]
[iii] blood consciousness:
i considered you a rarity when you were singular.
& i could not make you one of the many, could not bear
to see the pagan beauty of your face laced with pity...
... you would only pick apart my proclivities when you lay
spent across my back, looking for reason where there is none,
when all i want is the chaos under your skin to seep into my disaster.
you'd taste of sympathy & that would be my undoing.
there is no stray shaft of light piercing emotional devas,
not a breath of room for a knife between the bricks for dynamis
to slip between the cracks & expand
when i am facedown, coldcocked in the shadow of years.
how dare you fail to cope with my atrocity? pray tell
what you lament... you who remains untouched by crimes
that smell of blood, piss & johnson's shampoo.
you know the one; it promised no more tears.