i will not dip my words in honey
my eye rolls at your bigotry.
I will not play party
as your cruelty takes center stage.
I will not eat my silence when
i will hold you accountable
to your heralded promises to me.
I for damn sure
will not plead the 5th
relegating my freedom to those hands
dipped in blood.
I am worth more than
these pendulum swings
In the simplest of moments
and stillness of many a starry nights
old wounds reopen
standing in between our here and there
between our trauma and rebirth
between never ending death and life
If only to savor the depths,
i will wade into the abyss,
watching as the sands of time
arrest the universe,
in hopes that in this forlorn moment
Home, i will find
I was birthed from pain
Formed in the very depths of the universe.
i laid within her
drinking of her,
nursing at her teat.
i sharpened my spirit for the battle that is this Life,
laying in wait to make it my footstool.
prepared me for the war that lay within your arms
The women before me,
the ones who made a feast of their silence on the daily
bowing at the altar that is their husbands
The ones who pierced the night
beckoning their husbands from the dark,
cleansing their palates from the bitter aftertaste of lust lugged home by their husbands
they live in me
their silence fires my soul
emboldens my passion and stride
strengthening me in hours of doubt..
for them i carry the torch of life
On this bed…..
i have tasted those lips,
sealed our fortunes with a thousand kisses.
I traced your very lifeline with my tongue,
etched my name on your being,
now you wear my imprint on your soul
Adorned to the heavens with my wiles
On this bed…
I have choked on your distance
cowered from your heated malice…
i have bitten down on this tongue that once pleasured you…
On this bed.
i watch your strangeness make a home
On this bed.
I will make of these weary bones,
creaking and fragile to the touch,
sweet melodies from beyond Valhalla.
Music of life shall i make from the embers of Death;
conjuring sweet poetry from these ashes
to sate you.
From these cinders,
will your soul will get its fill.
within these embers,
ambrosia shall burst forth.