Yesterday, 06:34 AM
I am drunk. Want burns my cheeks. Still, I thirst.
The nectar is your words. My skull the cup.
Wild ivy pulses wine through my flesh.
The blurring sweetness burns my amphora.
Held under bone fingers.
Smother me in your vines without care.
As I do not. Nor ever will.
Have you no pity? Watching this madman cursed with sanity?
Does my begging please you? Listen to me!
Drain the fires from my skin as I have drowned in yours.
Don’t leave me. Don’t ban me from your table.
Let me feast. Choking upon wisdom.
Capillary emerald cracks my shell.
I know that I do not wish to know anymore.
Gladly, I will shatter my cup.
Broken into a mosaic.
It is better that way.
I cannot be one when I have so many parts.
I see. I am to be drunk.
Crushed. Fermented.
Drained until bottle falls from my hands.
Only the lie ceases. I never had any parts.
Always the wine.
Always the ivy.
I kiss myself. Ochre on my lips.
Deep — painful —
loving.
The nectar is your words. My skull the cup.
Wild ivy pulses wine through my flesh.
The blurring sweetness burns my amphora.
Held under bone fingers.
Smother me in your vines without care.
As I do not. Nor ever will.
Have you no pity? Watching this madman cursed with sanity?
Does my begging please you? Listen to me!
Drain the fires from my skin as I have drowned in yours.
Don’t leave me. Don’t ban me from your table.
Let me feast. Choking upon wisdom.
Capillary emerald cracks my shell.
I know that I do not wish to know anymore.
Gladly, I will shatter my cup.
Broken into a mosaic.
It is better that way.
I cannot be one when I have so many parts.
I see. I am to be drunk.
Crushed. Fermented.
Drained until bottle falls from my hands.
Only the lie ceases. I never had any parts.
Always the wine.
Always the ivy.
I kiss myself. Ochre on my lips.
Deep — painful —
loving.