Friday, March 20, 2015

Solace



Friday, March 20, 2015

I put it all in your mouth
Ever sacred word
Or secret thought
Until it spills out
At your lips
My madness dripping
Down your chin,
And you, savagely
Hungrily licking
To catch each drip
This pursuit of knowledge
This intense ache
For the sweet fruit
A passion for mystery
We cannot contain,
Me, pumping you full
Of my misconceptions
You taking in ever bit of it,
In a fit of love,
We rock over
This smooth landscape,
Seeking solace
In what we spill
And cannot catch,
Both of us consumed
By it all,
Both of us needing
It to keep going
Even as it drips out
Through our outstretched

Fingers.

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