supplication

I cannot say it.
I cannot speak of it.
The wind will blow it away
and you will know

[I love you]


I carry it in my bloody chest.
My bare breast singed with your name.
My mouth will dare not speak it
whisper of wool and rose and clove
whisper your name
whisper my

[I love you]

For the louder it beats and singes and says
the harder it goes
hard as the stone
hard as the sight of you
enhaloed in flames
thinking of another

I love you.
But it is costly to do so:
It drains
It pains
It ends

I love you.
Only, I wish for it to be
a past gone
a memory lost

I love you.
It is already a regret

Why do I dare write it? I ask
and then, the knife of an answer comes
-antiseptic to the heart and soul:
I dare
I dare write it
so courage will conquer anew
those silent places you inhabit

clamour of velvet and cinnamon and brine
replace
whisper of wool and rose and clove
do away with the infection
do away with my
I love you