6.5.2013 • Inside of me

to you—
whom to
I surrendered much too soon and
much too much—
hush

Inside of me,
like a buzzing bee-hive
like the thrumming of rolling pebbles
                   at the wake of a wave
like the water before tea
something is stopped as it wants
    to splash the horizon of words
Inside of me,
like the lips of a sobbing child
like the door to a tornado
something is stopping my trembling bones
                from becoming words
                  my trembling words from
being said
                   from spilling out
Inside of me, you are apples
and rose-petals and thorns
and red apples and red-rosepetals
and rosethorns
and thick brushstrokes
and lazy and harsh
           brushstrokes
And inside of me
you are
and you shout with your
          ringing voice
and you grimace with your
              imperfect
            perfectly emotive
lips, and
   cheeks, and
          eyes, and
                lips and
               blood-red
                           lips
and inside of me
I am at last
       again
      moved
        after all
         this time
and— feel— feel— and
feel—no just kiss me
just kiss me and it will
be alright, kiss me and
it will be alright
I promise I don’t know
                  shit but
it will be alright