MAUDLIN MAWS▪︎Poetry (3)

25. This is no weakness but emotion

I will be weak for you
Peel you oranges with my spoon-shaped bare hands
Lacquer your anatomy with the greatest assailant pining
Whenever the room is quiet;

The sun scattered along the windows the color of drowsed pink and maroon rising preludes
The moon moping the hull of the rayless skylines
A white torch blazing shy lovers; Nothing but a full faced heaven in fatidic auspice

I will let you pick every piece of me
Invert me to gravels and roots of tortured affection
Gnaw away at my breastbone_
Nothing but a girl-shell with your scent_
Displaying lack of sensibleness
All 12 pairs of ribs crazed with the lurgy of romantic poets;
Indulging in the rose-petalled sickness of eternal torment

Groveling at the door of your lips,
at the vent of your soul
I'm giving myself weak
With no hold barred intent
I will smelt in the mere vapour your flesh exudes
Bathe those wounds I call mine brine clean_
Salt in cuts
Pounding heart, leaching ardor in my palms
I'll let you penetrate me_
Find rest in the pain_

February 1, 2023