How do I guide this,
rhyme these cries
into alignment with what I feel
to properly digest
this emotional meal?
I confide in
that what I've been hiding,
since revealed,
can open your eyes
to the zeal
that in my mind manifests
whenever I'm blessed
with whatever you've spoken...
Two breaths from your lips
in my direction
and I am deliciously broken:
powerless
before this infection
I can't help but soak in...