raw

I’m accepting things

As they come and go

how I would say

This is hardly enough to prove something is worth something

I get very used to lose

Being in someone arms

Not knowing if to squeeze

Or if better to let it go

This is a question

And an answer

Maybe a mouth filled with warmth

And hands all wet from spit

I spit in you and you spit me back

That’s how we love

And I sit past the coffee tables

Wondering where it all went

And fall

Not apart

But in parts

l lied down naked and watched shifts coming and going

on the shallow of furniture

it’s all raw

there’s no point in hiding

because riddles fall apart

and it seems almost as if

everything that is forgotten ends up being remembered

and to remember is to die

I’m not here tonight

Cause I’ve been feeling

I’m now what my mind resumes into a body

What I don’t look

I don’t am

What I don’t say

I should not think

Or rather try not to

Because my unity is raw

sometimes quietly I let it look

And I let it think

And I get used to it so good

That becomes natural

I get your ideas

I love your voice

And your spit

And the shadows upon the ramparts

Being flicked

Burns living

Burns death

Burns waiting

And I am ill

Ill from rawness

The hot melted smell of

skin upon skin

This is

Take and go

Don’t catch me in

I’m not here tonight

Cause I’ve been feeling

Since I lied in bed

And since I saw what’s left

Not in me

But in those bulwarks

Words write a story

Shapes write something else

and

It’s all raw

And raw it’s not a mode

It’s who I am

I am

Raw.

I am.

Raw.