I shall never get you put together entirely,
Pieced, glued, and properly jointed.
you are chipped, stained and ungodly-like
all the things that i hold dear
and despise at the same time
messy and incomplete
your parts of beauty are what keeps me near.
sustains my need for something more
i breath you in and wait for it all to make sense
you never do.
The sun rises under the pillar of your tongue.
My hours are married to shadow.
you laugh at this
joke easily of painstaking
jabs at my heart
the finish line is haunting.
ghostly figures chat with devils
i too will find my place at the atlar.
debate whether your tongue swimming in a vinegar jar
was worth it, after all.