I am a place you go laid bare
Do not look me in the eye holding a brick
And call it a blade.
True, the spade and mortar both build
But the brick stands only as tall as the blade allows it to see;
Provoke the wall, I crumble at your feet
I am a place you go collapsed
Already a smelling fruit
Overripe to all of that intimation
Were subtlety sweet, my juice is run-dry with overflow.
Have been peeled back of virtue,
All the while praying to appear wholesome
and worthy of your teeth
I am a place you go artless
Is no euphemism for
this decay
this decomposition of logical thought
a brass polished brilliant from
friction on friction on friction
Fact: I am a place you go unguarded against love
Raging heart rapid
as the wolf dashing tirelessly toward its end;
Do not look the wolf in the eye holding out bait
And claim it is not three tugs shy of a noose
Tell me precisely what you mean
I promise you, I mean precisely what I say.
Postscript// so much time for self-reflection, self-improvement and most importantly, the giving of oneself to others
