Nov 06, 2009 17:53
Will you-- if you do, take me back,
back into the darkness
of your embrace
where my body is yours again
the yearning to submit, to all
the forms you take and the voices
that you speak through
will you command me again
to lose myself to paralysis,
comatose within you, anesthetize me
before you cut the vessels
that stray too far from our heart
you, I am close by--
just a thin veil
if you feel me stagnate,
pierce through, and swallow me
into a pool of warm, black
intoxicant that pours
from the edges of your core
the deepest sleep it gives
dreams of death
that put life to shame,
a drought knows that all is ending,
blissfully complete
primitive our souls
that we suffer without
spare us visions of saviors,
messiahs of the desert
the cure prospers in the oasis
floats in the deepest space
and the reflection
off your waters
tell of galaxies
with stars like fish eyes
that shine
and see nothing
poetry