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










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