its?

desire is the fire that drives us
to encounter



no one else is talkin
yes poetry
desire and the stars
of love


pray to your body
i did
i
i prayed and whispered over its valleys
its secret places
the space of its tale of feeling
the place where no one else had gone
that was called love


before


yer love love was more dangerous
than others's a crazy thing pulling me pullin us down


the hole swirling away the bottle you drank
the death you lived



haunted us
haunted me



for months after wards a night mare in my head

a little voice of desire's burning


eating me out for months

almost a plath number but worse
cause i couldn't go that path
couldn't go that path

a knife in the gut

up and then down yer voice in the headpice


piece


yes something like that.
cutting and cutting again and again haunted



theres no real end..
its best to put silence to a death that does not end.
a disclosure that is ceaseless
a suicide in your head.