your house of all
i yearn for the salt that you rub into my open wounds
to feel its burning caress,
to feel
to be,
the delicate trickle of its truth
the sadness and joy,
that blend
that swirling eddy,
you could slit my throat with a glance
the twist and grasp,
in the noose
of your words,
we bridge the emotional expanse
i told you before,
your sting
its worth the pain,
and you took my turn of phrase
and ran with it,
and those tears you cried
i wiped away,
the ones that crawled down your face
they soaked into me,
into my fingers
and into my body,
i’m forever imbued with the hue of you
it was almost as if you’d shamed me,
into a corner
saturated in darkness,
it was as if i was being ridden
into the doldrums,
into inner peace
inner passivity,
i blindly butted for freedom
the red ruby walls,
the doorways and paths
all open now,
