Fire In The Tomb

these words are smooth like hot lead,

but they burn more than you could think.

from lips i dreamt as sweetness and intimacy,

i find sickness and the pain i buried with my heart,

sealed in jade.

never,

can you take a machine apart for the pieces you like,

and expect it to be whole again,

never the same.

wheels turn, the system falls into place,

but the lifeblood long since evaporated.

she was my cure,

she chose my sickness.

i am no physician,

but i know a condition when it comes around.

somehow the words she gives me for peace,

set my scars on fire.

fire in the tomb, salt in the wound.

i don’t know if this will get better.