you’ve pierced yourself till you bleed,
willing the darkness out of you,
till all you had was the light you so desperately sought.
You’ve let your soul stay imprisoned in this place for so long
Tell me did you find pleasure,
so why cling to it?
do you not know the darkness sits afraid of you
i could never have you whole you see
i had to break you down
into digestible pieces
for my palate lacked sophistication
and you paid for this lack
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
I brew magic everyday
on this ebony canvass divine
destitution and death from this body of mine
I have kissed every crevice,
spoken lovingly to the darkened parts,
serenaded it under the starry moonlight
and awoke it with kisses at dawn…
i have loved myself to life,
with every birth and breath of mine,
to have you rip me apart again.
I will no longer swallow myself
to provide nourishment
for your fickleness
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.