here you go (there's more too)

i want you to know about me

but i'm too scared to show you these words

i could hand you this writing and

let it cut through you like swords

i don't know if you like how i write

but i offer my words to you

i hold them out and let you read

all that's left standing there so

here you go (there's more too

where that bit of muse came from)

does it hunger you, starve you, just

feed you full, and make you oh-so-numb?

or perhaps these words lay upon your cheek
like an effervescent marking of truth
a charcoal kiss upon a snow bed sigh
a marked beauty with piles of proof

it lies upon your tongue, biting like lemon
blooms and dances its taste and juice
across your senses like a culinary ballet,
and stays for days like a blackened bruise.

will you take these words and treasure them
like the wizened hairs on the old man's head
a sign of knowing and truth and thoughts,
thoughts that would've been left unsaid.

so here you go (there's more too
where that bit of truth came from)
may you know me better now that you've
taken all I had and left me quietly dumb.