please don't go to Bethlehem
and leave me here in chains,
for when you return and i am starving,
slowly starving in my chains,
i will not stop your darkness flooding
until i'm fully fed.

apple-peel heady, its green and sour
waves acidic on my lips, smiling,
smiling in my chains,
i'll pretend the core is deeper than the heart
against your ribs.

i love you, dear,
but i must consume the dead,
and each infatuation with infinity
that you adopt will slowly wilt.

you must collapse!

oh, oh-
how i tend you,
humble in my chains,
(softly smiling in my chains,)
as i lift you up so can fall into the sky.

your servant, dear,
your harlequin sage-
i might spew Fools' whispers,
pull coins of doubt
from within your hoary songs,
(now, hush, hush,
the trick is not as shining if
they know how it's begun).

i want you at my side, my dear,
bleeding from the knees and
choking on the snakes scraping at your tongue,
smiling in our chains
and spitting apple seeds at angels.

A/N: I don't think anyone is interpreting this piece as I had originally intended. It is not about two lovers, or someone in love with another in the conventional sense. It is also not, at least by my intentions, missing any words. I know it's different than my usual style, and if doesn't work for me, then I might take it down. I'd like feedback for this, if possible. Don't be afraid to be harsh, but make sure you're not mistaking a quick read-through and consequential misunderstanding for actual lack of meaning or worth. Thank you.