feed this

Feeds into this soul

Wild torn void of pink cluster mist

Winter pine prick

Bitten  lips mull over the oil

Unsure about creating



Clear minty frost

A nose coated with snow

Hot breath uncovered

Salty sweat swoops

Freezes like icicles from the forehead


Pause he stops

Mulling over

Press the buttons like nots in the spine

Clinch grind than crack

The gaze blows away

Turn the solid into

Dust to fine

His concentration is the grind

Sit back fall

No time to unwind


Clenched jaw refused to speak

Melded with the roasting fire

Molten words set on the tongue

 burning the confidence


Each grain of sand in the dry desert of your throat

Struck by the lighting of justification

Like thunderous rown you silence booms


Speak

dampen the plump peach paper

Write the tongue

Expression hidden by the spaced crack

Full moon white teeth


teeth like glass

See through and fragile shards

Break devouring the whole

Hungrier every time

Speak humm whisper

Devour as thou feed my soul


No foundation to grow from

No good habits to use


Each stoke is a healthy helping

Milk

Manner

And majesty


In the undeserving smile

Wide grows the barriers

He let's the wrinkles drop suddenly

like shades shielding the unwelcome brightness of the day

 the grin falls


As if standing out was the problem

And conforming is the solution

Compressed gold in a magma

Of coarse judgment

Why hasn't your mother accepted his fire

Burning the house down

Say what you need

Speak

And breathe

We will wait

We will wait for you