My mind

Sacrifices
My heart

At the
Altar of
My tongue.

—-

It damns off
The absolute

Bloodbaths
Of adoration

Anxiously
Circulating

Through
My Veins.

—-

I[t] know[s]
Better.

My systems
Need
Something

To keep
Us Running.

—-

I[t] know[s]
We have
Poured

Ourselves
Entirely OUT

For men
Before;

& Ended up
Nearly dead.

Are we

Removed
Enough
For you?

Have you
Found
Comfort in
The laps(e)

Of ones
And zeros?

—-

Block me,
BabY,

Spread me
Across the
Stratosphere.

—-

To Find me
Is to Tentatively
Crush Upon

Many
Discomforting
What-ifs.

“Ooh, boohoo.
Too Challenging.”

You Need me
Forgettable.

You Couldn’t
Handle this
B-Switch.

——————-

Consider me

The Cryptic
Keeper.

Search for My

thinly veiled
Concubine
Of syllabic
Silhouettes.

In Any
Language,

they Lounge
The same-

-Just here.

—-

Men love
to tinker
With you

As if
You’re
Not there.

They want
You to
Be there
For it;

Displaying
No part
Of you
For Yourself.

—-

Breaking
Master peace,

Bastardize
The beauty
To Become
The Beast.

Claw and
Starve her
Insatiable.

—-

When
Absent

They Conjure
A mimic;

Supposing
[And posing]

your replica

To absolute
Finish.

——

There is
No safety
On the paths

Of the
Mouths,
Eyes,
Or ears

Of men

Carved
Into being(s).

—-

The
wreckage

Seeps
and Spoils

All Things
Once
Beautiful.

————————

You cannot

Look at
The son

Or you –
Will be
sucked in.

—-

There is
Too much
Influence

There.

You felt
——-It in
Your bones

As you
Approached
The frame;

Brushing
magnets

Pull and
Push
In-fluent
Friction.

—-

Every cell
sHoOk

In proximal
force.

Like
The smallest
Pieces
Of you

Deeply
Knew….

They were
Suddenly

Not Alone
Anymore.

—-

But
We are

Alone.

[aren’t we?]

Our eyes,

Twin blades,

Not for
Clashing
Into
Each-other.

—-

Be…careful

Our Gaze

Eclipsed

May set
Motion,

Whether we
Like it
Or not.

WrYN

I can’t
Help but
Think,

Perhaps
You are

In part

The heat
That leaves
My hands;

Reaching out
To touch
Your memory.

—-

Time
Imprints

Carbon paper
Pages of
Your face;

Each
Preceding

A lesser
Opaque
Impression.

—-

If I Squint
Minds eye
Hard,

I can
Still glimpse
Your mouth;

Crinkling
And curving

with Meaning,

Only for
Those with
eyes To see.

—-

You were
So much
alive In there;

Pouring out
Your whole,

And
I was So
Thirsty
To Know.

—-

What behind
The scenes
Sparks do
You hide
Now?

Let me linger
Too long………………..

Circumnavigate
The threshold

Of being Bored
at the Thought
Of you.

I’m still
Not Quite
There yet.

I’m here to(o)

Fetishize
The face.

Face it,

I do not
Miss
Any

-But
Yours.

Take off
That mask

Slowly
For me.

No need
To be Shy
Or coy,

I know
What’s under
There.

I’ve seen it
All
Before.

Show me
Again

How you
You.

It’s been
So long

Since
Anyone
Worth
Looking
At

Has Looked
At me

Physically,

Viscerally,

in My
Direction.

—-

Before our

Total Dark

I mourned
Our sight loss

Like
I had

My childhood,
Dog.

I knew
We
Were going,

So I
read books

In place
Of
Your face

To Supplant
Our Deterioration.

I Wrapped myself
In The Comfort
Of fiction,

Between covers
and frayed spines.

Shipping
Is delayed

On shared
smirks

In the
Unfor-see-me-able
Future.

In this
Envirusment,

We are

Flesh and
[Thus,]
Fresh Out

of
Knowing
Glances.

I see now,

There is no way
To Properly grieve
the Relishment

of your
Idiosyncrasies,

As we are,

Relegated

To only
A Past-time.