X-Ray Poem

I write to tell you of my life But you compare meanings with dictionaries And understand words Think of this poem like a lover's fight You told me if we quarrel I must not leave the bed So I take it I must wrestle you until you yield If you only bring your senses to words You are like me, too sophisticated that morning And too naive to understand If you will enter into life You first die bruise and broken For why should find life if already you are alive Is this not what you do to me everyday If I was not a poem I would not even care But I know I am written to be read Deeply; to be profoundly understood I resent dictionaries always sabotaging my imageries I resent you imposing on me your twisted histories How many have you had Is there no private to abort your the incongruities of your womb A poem must be read without suppositions Without hesitation It must be penetrated and rewarded with convulsions I vomit in revulsion unless I am placated For the ejaculation of truth, That is deep semen from complex tissues And feelings that for life are complex roots.