I'm All for Words But Sometimes...

Don't listen.

The words are hooks and barbs.
Mind torn like a fishmouth,
heart rent
like the knee of your jeans
on the chainlink.

Don't listen.

The scourge pestilent words.
Gnawing teeth;
a rat-tide,
Dermestidae,
death-beetle rash.
These words will eat you down to nothing;
skeleton and fragments.

Don't listen.

When they say
you can not be made for me,
they weigh you against
their own expectations.
Weapontrap questions
to sever you from me.
Waist-catching, bone cracking
jaw-snare terms.
Bearsnap sentences
laid to bait
and break you.

Don't listen.

They may sweeten
their tone with reason,
and say, "If you love,"
and say, "For the best..."
Drown you in the goldsong
of judgmental compassion.

Don't listen.

Stop your ears with beeswax.
The singing is unsafe.
Rather flood your ears with Hemlock;
sleep off this honey poison.

Don't...

Love, listen.

The only word that must matter is mine.
The taste of your heart in my mouth.

Your name
when I say it,
Burgundy Black,
bitter and rich;
chocolatesmoke rising.

Hear it,

from my mouth to yours.
Your name,
sugared yes.
Passed
in a kiss so
you don't
have to listen.