And tonight our skin, our bones,
that have survived our fathers,
will meet, delicate in the hold,
fastened together in an intricate lock.
Then one of us will shout,
“My need is more desperate!” and
I will eat you slowly with kisses
even though the killer in you
has gotten out.
There are so many things I want to yell at you beautiful people. Things I want to grab you by the shoulders and shake into you, scream into you.
But I don’t yell it into you. And I don’t yet know if it means I’m a coward or if I love you.
You gave what the world couldn’t offer us,
Say what they want,
Say what they want.