just me

I have a confession.

i want to make you mine
make you yield
like a sign
see you kneel’d
to my divine
nature
so fine
defined by steeled
intent, sublime
taught, taunt, heeled
to my mind
kind of nature
we both know you’ll find
no even-keeled
kind of nature

just me

belly of the beast




(not) finite.

(you) misapprehend my hunger.

here. hold your hand to the night sky
to measure its depth
by reach
or
close your fingers
around the stars
and

tell me
  how many
  you can hold

tell me
  the distance between the darkness,
  your captured stars,
  and my
     hunger.

tell me
  you already had this dream
  that the sky
  is no darker
  than the belly
  of my beast.

tell me
  you understand that submission
  and salvation
  can both be found
  on your knees