how low
are you willing to see me go
are you willing to watch me, pain your eyes with me
when I cling to you
with knees the colour of the gravel I drag them through for you
will you be disgusted yet?
when full earth turns my golden hair to brown
to soil, to grow and root within this earth
will you be appalled yet?
my nails, broken, filled up with pieces of granite and obsidian
now more resembling of talons than hands
will you hold them still?
when I have dug for oil, and it is seeping from my eyes
will you can it and sell it?
when I finally sit among diamonds, will you think
now she is low enough to stop complaining I never give her anything
will you tell me about the riches growing underground
and send me down to mine for you
to yours for you
until I finally can’t manage to crawl back into bed with you?
I’ll keep myself warm on the marble floor
with your love letter words that wrote me into an inferno once
with your love song tongue
is this all the love I get to have?
you’ll say yes
yes, you’ll say
this is all the love I have
to spare
you’re a railing without stairs
but I still tumble down for you
take your hands and bruise them purple kisses
on the wall
love too frail to punch clear through
tangle my hair around all the broken promises
that silently line the empty sides of your ring finger
and see if my heart fits through the space between your legs
it doesn’t
you contemplate the paradox, but not for long
and I’ll say yes
yes I’ll say
this is all the love I get
to have