/I found out I love experimenting with syntax./

I crucify my words, nailed by what they mean:

I love you

Those three utterances

now planted in you

like crosses of Golgotha,

In New Testament

With no stain of

my machiavellian schemes

But is the Will of God alone-

with you.

So let me roll slow

on your cheeks

Like tears of youth wasted

At nighttime.

Transparent

And salted,

begging to be

Scattered-

To preserve your flesh

& repel the demons.

The white salt

Showering across

Your flawed face

To promise you:

necklace of pearls

From the Orient Seas.

As I slap your ass

Hard as the clock arm

striking on Twelve

Upon a silent midnight

Broken by my breath

Breezing through your

bareback:

I'm in-

love with you.

And invisible nails

was hammered

down my hands

pressed around

on top of your

Hand veins.

& nails would later

sharpen

My shoulder blades,

Roads of red,

Leading us to Adam-

Of that sharp, sweetened,

Eden air,

When he first came.