frenzy

should I stop?
listen to the horns, the fierce whispers
those who scream blood

can I describe
slowly and with
complete
deliberation
the smoothness of the back of your neck
the scar on your chin
where you fell

I see you
reduce you to skin and muscle
hair and bone
the colour of your mouth
reduce is not the word dearest
I see your beauty
I see it madly

in these words
on blank pages
I possess you
I writhe
lest I be gagged with what I say
I can capture you to capture me
forever
but these words
this I
must break and squeeze and ache
and never still.