the words

They say the words will just come
but i have to tell you they feel pretty stuck
stuck in lies
things i thought you had to know
in the end
not so
not so much
you ask me what i see
two kids
two kids caught up in eachother
i feel a crystal ball i have bribed stick in my mouth
i am ashamed of what i have done
i cannot write beauty into this
i wont write out the mistake

out of the light like ariadne, like helen, or how the great city fell to it's knees

It is the time of night where it will cling to me
search
search by candlelight
for the extension
of the other's
of eachother's
body
dig wormholes through cotton
burrow up and out
break open the blinds
arrive
half hearted
and weary
your fingers will unlace the stitching
not too fast
i am a latecomer to such romps
silicone sheets
linen drawers
you know you had me at “ok”
no need for ornamentation of your body
or of my own
search me out and you will find me dripping with wax and gentleness
i will tell you yes
take it
take it all away
i cannot look at it anymore
i can barely see