aren’t you you

how great you are

in your ability to forget

how great you are

in your breathless self-destruction

where your face reddens against a blush

private like purses

or perhaps like your words before

that move towards me

in their complete stutters and awesome pauses

where you close as a bandage

protecting your broken breaking self

that inside that no one can ever know

not even you

for once you are there you are fire

that can warm or burn

you are water

that can create or drown

you are light

blinding or seeing

the honey of bees

that tastes sweet but is born by enslavement

and the milking of a queen

who will sit fat

am i fat

sweating

am i hot

leaking little copies of copies

am i i

until she is silenced into

the eternity found again

in your mouth

that mouths like all others

and

stumbles about greatly

with what you are