“I am all yours right now”
In the speakeasy of my mind, your merciless reticence echoes down the halls. Capturing me without objection, Secrets your body holds yell to me More than what they mean to you, And they fill the walls shamelessly. And since I cannot remove them, Even if I wanted to, I gladly dust and straighten their frames each morning.
The reverie permeates me physically, A response throughout my skin. Like an ice cube into a boiling kettle, Im a castaway of yesterdays That you pour over your Earl Grey. And sip me until there’s nothing but a cold, empty cup. I’m there, but not enough.
But sip away,
Because I want to trace your veins, too,
just as you do mine.
Mercilessly.
so for what it’s worth, sip away.
But I am the ice cube. In solid form I arrive. And dive. Into your boiling kettle Where my soul bursts into a billion molecules and, by God, I can feel each and every one of them, and you, at the same time.
And as our coalescence cools,
We take shape as I learn to breathe again.
I no longer recognize myself,
Because we are now one, new,
single reticence,
closest to heaven.
Because there, in my annihilation,
I am now you, and anew.
And I have found mercy.