My Words Will Not Be Tamed

My words will not be tamed.

As of late they want to touch you

Places that you never knew could feel before.

I’m drunk on electricity

Pleats, late nights, daydreaming

And I never want to wake.

Strip down to the heart of matter

Detach every last white petal

For the topaz nectar tear.

Words that make you feel life matters

More like bracing arms than letters

Or grind you into the dust.

No ‘should’, all ‘can’, no ‘must’.

Wearing my heart on my sleeve

Because everybody’s got one

Bankers, underneath their watch straps

Businesswomen’s, under shirt cuffs

Hang from black and balding hair ties

Tying them to girlhoods past.

My words want to decimate you

With that candle smoke-eyed beauty

Unique to copper-haired girls

Conjured up in fevered incense dreams.

Have you ever seen those plane trails X the sky

And thought “There but for this mortal cage go I”?