I am delivered, or
I am delivered inside of you like a secret gnawing your outsides
-in- we romance like legends ( n.) So come over and
escape with me, back to when the world wasn't so round and we
not so misshapen. I am miscalculating you on the stone balcony; I can't see
past you're vermilion eye lashes and purple lipstick -or was it the cold
that turned you quick- thickly pressed do you pull your fingers to me and I kiss
the memory of them left on my mind - like bruises to wilt and wither-
I am delivered, or just trapped in broken ecstasy. Reaching- I follow my words
across the acres of lines on you're back muscles. I twist like a fist in the air,
and I rename my soul. Rather then...
- like you say right before you tighten yourself inside of me.
Right before you scream and cast language out-
cast me out if you think it will make this go away.
I am handwritten in your hands, and every other sentence says:
"I am delivered, or..."