Evensong

I can't Now that that name Has dominated my life, An evensong with Everlasting lyric That at times when I may Be still I can recite through memory. It is yet still new to me. So many are the fresh syllables That lay undiscovered and foreign In the pit of my mouth. So strange that I Am the one to recognize it, To have it strike me Again and again; An enduring ocean mist That blows and drapes itself Across one's face, Old lace slipping over new skin. Your skin; A volatile shade of pink And pear blossoms, A milky dream of stars, Eternally lurking Incandescent and overwhelming In my eyes. My eyes that were once Graced by the prism of emerald light That is your eyes. Dark and mild though they may be, Temperate and civil though they may seem, Those eyes have conquered my disposition. Yes, those eyes and that mouth. They have victored over me And I am the faulty. I am the err. I am true cowardice. I touch with a hand that Disgraces itself, Recoils to that empty tumultuous Abdomen, and takes refuge there Alone. And perhaps I dare say I see your palms are cool And summery With fingers that grace The edge of your lip as you speak. You speak In that wild voice, Tempestuous and terrific, Beating down upon me and Tormenting my ragged soul As I lay quivering; My arms and legs Curled into myself, A lowly spider, An out of water fish. And you; A perfect skylark, Delicate albatross, Weathered impetuous grackle, Bitter-sweet finch. With stifled laughter You may encompass me In that sharp, pensive beak. You swallow me And I fall heavily to the pit of you With putrid satisfaction. I am the crossbow That kept you waiting. I am that horrid bite, Stinging your palate And aching your gut. I am that hot, sticky lunch You gulped down without thought Or consequence. I became that sickly stone Waiting, ghastly inside you. A stone that wonders In each passing second; Can you feel the weight Of me, Ever tickling and pulling Like a severed limb? Can you feel the steady pulse Of my attraction, A fatal plague that Has engulfed my being? Can you know nothing more Than this glowering red; A governing force, This reverberating dream? Can you awake in the night, Wetted lips parted desperately In the smoldered dark, And hunger for anything But the petty end To all this undeniable suffering? I cannot.