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from The Whetting of Teeth
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redcheekdaysI need your teeth in me, slow and vicious,
to tell me my armor is just skin, bones,
only bones.
to tell me my armor is just skin, bones,
only bones.
redcheekdays
Sit, Stay, Heel
Jan. 31st, 2017 10:04 amredcheekdaysI say: if the heart is a muscle I will train it to be sinew.
I say: the heart is a muscle and it will resist.
I say: because I am master of myself, I will not be weak.
You say: soft.
You say: tender.
I say: there is a hole in me that needs tearing open.
You say: that isn’t how healing works.
I say: I know.
I say: I am an old dog licking its sores just as they scab over.
I say: I want to be raw flesh and no hurt.
I say: the heart is a muscle and it will resist.
I say: because I am master of myself, I will not be weak.
You say: soft.
You say: tender.
I say: there is a hole in me that needs tearing open.
You say: that isn’t how healing works.
I say: I know.
I say: I am an old dog licking its sores just as they scab over.
I say: I want to be raw flesh and no hurt.
redcheekdaysMake love to me in Spanish.
Not with that other tongue.
I want you juntito a mi,
tender like the language
crooned to babies.
I want to be that
lullabied, mi bien
querido, that loved.
I want you inside
the mouth of my heart,
inside the harp of my wrists,
the sweet meat of the mango,
in the gold that dangles
from my ears and neck.
Say my name. Say it.
The way it’s supposed to be said.
I want to know that I knew you
even before I knew you.
Not with that other tongue.
I want you juntito a mi,
tender like the language
crooned to babies.
I want to be that
lullabied, mi bien
querido, that loved.
I want you inside
the mouth of my heart,
inside the harp of my wrists,
the sweet meat of the mango,
in the gold that dangles
from my ears and neck.
Say my name. Say it.
The way it’s supposed to be said.
I want to know that I knew you
even before I knew you.
from Two English Poems
Nov. 2nd, 2013 03:03 pmredcheekdaysI can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the
hunger of my heart; I am trying to bribe you
with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat.
hunger of my heart; I am trying to bribe you
with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat.