When they come for me in the morning

Here, where I yearn myself to

        the viral limit, substantially

I last my wish in your breast

        flooded in pinkish monosyllables, tip

Here where hands bake

        prayers in anguished poems, (of) others'

while I masticate unbearable lushness

        oblique integrity flowing, in-depth

Here I convey the human gaze

        lunar shaped nostrils, in gasp

borne upon unmeasurable unknown.

Here I lay my dimmed eloquence

        hissed along skin edges, blisssss

drip -fully awaiting

        the blessed angels

When they come for me in the morning.

© 2013, JC