Please, come,
clambering.
Towards my
tangled toes.
Arms outstretched; receive me.
Kiss me,
Beloved,
Kiss me. [Oh dear one]
Taste the twinge
of stoic passion.
Wash your tongue
in salt water.
And --
Allow --
the waves
of luster
to sweep you,
out from under,
This.
Hole.
Whole lives
have fluttered
beyond
the broken gate
And realize,
now, more than ever --
believe in the poison,
of your grace.