Czarism and Lovers

Peppery gravel noisily silences me, as a lover might hush: I cannot speculate
As to the meaning of this natural lyricism; like sleep wandering neath thin eyelids,
Like Czarism, gluttonous on its wanting, left wondering, always hesitant to partake
In any form of sexuality, dead as it is, with its bones licked clean long ago.

As to the meaning of this natural lyricism; like sleep wandering neath thin eyelids,
I cannot tell you, though I stretch tipsy thumbprints against your neck
In any form of sexuality, dead as it is, with its bones licked clean long ago.
It might be hermaphroditical love poems left on the nightstand to wilt in the shade.

I cannot tell you, though I stretch tipsy thumbprints against your neck
Feeling your history left across my skin long after you've meandered away
It might be hermaphroditical love poems left on the nightstand to wilt in the shade.
I've begun to whisper your name in my sleep, or so the ghosts tell me.

Feeling your history left across my skin long after you've meandered away
I can trace the thinner-still lines of pantomiming phantoms
I've begun to whisper your name in my sleep, or so the ghosts tell me.
There are some grey patches of time that I will not go back to alone.

I can trace the thinner-still lines of pantomiming phantoms
Like Czarism, gluttonous on its wanting, left wondering, always hesitant to partake
There are some grey patches of time that I will not go back to alone.
Peppery gravel noisily silences me, as a lover might hush: I cannot speculate

a/n: a pantoum