#spokenwordexperimentation

[izzyrhiannonjones]

You are not the sun,

You are the burning coals 

Implanted under my skin,

Bursting out.

i will submit to You, not as a 

Lamb, but as a lion whose claws

You have plucked out, and

With the swollen lips to prove it.

You are the bubbles in my blood,

In ragged breath i flee, only

To receive you again in my detestable heart.

Oh that i would a hawk might

Devour the tumorous idea of You,

Only to have it spring again,

Fresh blooded and squalling like

A sprig of pearls nuggeted on pain.

You are lodged in my brain,

i must keep it open, my mind

Falling out, for caging You, You

Might snap the brittle bars of

My imagination and, undaunted,

Break all that makes me me.

Still i would love You,

In true terror.