a tale that never ends

Clay

I am all clay,
love that bequeathed your services
leaving you reeling on
stitched scorched screens
lighting up siren songs
slathering dry humidity
of your stickling entice

The moans I left mellow,
now waning into stammers
like acne on the moon.

The butterflies puckering taunted husks
refused to fly
sky bleaked a ghoulish shade of white
the wings you hovered me
spinning in commotion
adhered only to
the recesses
of your baritone.

All my pores craned
was soprano rhapsody
decoying rhetoric
of the sole real symphony
you could ever feel

My vapid squeaks were lost somewhere
somewhere in the shackles of your liberty

I held the bones you bickered beneath the skin
your yarns yawned yelping every touch to the marrow

the paths we never crossed were my sidewalks
weeping in the mirth of roads that walked you home

I am all clay,
mould me
into your heart
shape me
into the eyes you see

in miasma, strangles the
palpitating air
down to the very neck
hollowed in bruised baits
soak me into
the cologne you wear
paint me into
the gauche you need
pull me into
the pain you breed
cast me into
the dough you bake
crease me into
the plaits of your plaid shirt
let my scars soothe wounds I never dressed
let me sink into
the tears you bleed

and I'll lose all the victories you battled
and I'll let your lucence annihilate the dark of my creed
and I'll let Titan girdle Mars' unshapely orbits
and I'll let Luna betray the sun of the morrow
and I'll let Narcissus devour the vices I reed

pour me into the rancour you seed
scatter me into the fists you forfeited
open to blank lands, open to sallow space
mould me into
the soil my lies longed to be

In sands that dampen lurid flashes of self,
dissever every grain you feed
I am all clay.

PS. I am very sorry for this shattered state. I was supposed to assemble this old draft.