Behold Through You As Bad As The Rest

Take center stage of my breath
while projecting your bravery,
and I will forfeit whatever's left
of skeleton's curtained fantasy.

Fingertips kiss with liquid touch
the lids of your reflective groves.
Threaded bare by morning's gruff
awakening, releasing dreamer doves.

I wanted you— wanted you whole
and happy. Months tore their wings,
regressing into indulgent toil
where the court berates the king.

These squiggles of stranded spirit
demand feelings to fit their agency.
Uncrushable will, what to do with it,
when it wills itself to crush me?

Hot and bothered I, with no other,
am scarlet, bird-bone, enticing flame
to take shelter in a throat that shudders
and scrapes the bottom of your name.