something pleasant

a sovereign heat that eats at you like flies on fruit, laying bare beneath the sun, against the earth. i have not done something so unforgivable, i am still righteous somewhere, somehow. your eyes glaze me over and you do not taste my tenderness, what you witness to be cannot see my veracity, the surface in which is my sickness isn't is beneath me. foreign and unknown is all you'll believe in me if you do not claw me open and reach right through, peeling me apart and devouring me, if you cannot reach the bloodied bone that sculpts me. i want to prove to you my humanity, that i am too the same as you, made of tendrils and tendons, nerves wetted in red. i am ineffably sculpted in the shape of desire, our ribs clink together, hearts beating against each others bracken breasts. we are that of the leaves tangling together between branches, we are weaved as one. you hold me and pierce the veins stretched in my hands, fingers intertwined. i am a myriad of cells formed in your name, a meal made to suffice you. a partnership of merging, becoming one, another's blood within my body, my teeth urge me to bite and to tear, i want to see what you're made of, how you feel. i hope my futility can bring an aid to you, strip me from individuality and let me be an extension of you, let my love for you become something noble, let it be religion.