let the games begin
fire against fire, sleet against wind,
a heart of resurrected embers pieced together by follies
unstick these words
from a throat chagrined with fear
and longing ever the mistress
all the planets i contain does devour
wave the flags - blue, purple, red
a miasma of latenight emotions i have fed
to the twin wolves within do howl and beg
for a tryst between intoxicants and madnesses
all chemically coalesced to explosion
expository heat, laced with irrevocable
feeling, confusion as their tastes mingle
on bloodied tongue
deathmatch, sideline cheers,
down for the count, swinging blindly up
drip drip drip, sweat, rivulets
rolling like honey and aphrodisia
through the clouds obscuring sight,
i can't tell infatuation from love
from starry-eyed wonderings and sinking
peace, cuts that feel like kisses and words
that all rhyme with pain
babel-ing in my head to bliss bliss bliss
what can it be
besides utter psychosis?
run now run, the ghosts are awake
and chasing like the burn down your throat
to the butterflies that do erupt
and burst your sternum
undoing so much like being remade
reeling in the wake
of the dust and the quake,
it's all you can do to keep
the reaper at bay
hold out hands, supplication, ascendance
take my hand, lead me to the altar
where i will kneel before my fetters
the one i call infatuation
