I want to cut my teeth
On the rind of a bitter lemon
And feel the vein of the wintry night
Caught in eddies of some frozen lips.
To follow the paths of the sea
Or to the creatures of sultry nights
Sounds where agonies keep vigils
In tear stained cheeks after saline.
In the love I embraced
Within my arms some pallid form
But the strident heart beat its strain
Catching breaths in some ancient barn.
Graces of dead leaves in splits
Half remembered tales of ancient bliss
Some strivings for hankerings of heart
Looking for solace in a venomed start.