Embodyment

give a word of fragile optimism
that this will be okay
bore down on gluttonous hands, regurgitated thoughts
from my heart
this can only be
the going under
this can only be
killing the me in me
push and pull
like machines
the humans anthems are dying in me
i don't think a soul knows compromise
like a soul mate
it sleeps with me
in my flesh i ask for
a personal bleeding
the holy ghost obliges
and has words with me
it comes in love
it comes with gentle hands
that disinfect the sting for me
it comes in love
it disinfects the sting for me
this can only be
the going under
this can only be
killing the me in me
a whole is filled
without the ring
instead a kiss, a kiss from the sun
to try
again