Immorality

Immorality

 

You’re lost inside the house that turns

and twists and breaks the hearts that mourn

but holds so tight your arm that burns

and keeps you in its rooms ‘till dawn.

 

His eyes don’t hold the liquid here

that can’t be touched by grasping hands

and yet he’ll feel it trembling - fear

in something like your voice’ demands.

 

He’ll touch your hand and hold your cheek

and whisper through stripped vocal chords

that only rasping dare to speak

and through your icy tear-stream fords.

 

You’ll shank him yet some golden night

with words like tools the house contains

nought else but yet it seems so right

they hurt don’t kill and yet they maim.

 

Sounds that you push through his chest

while joy runs rampant through your heart

a smile shines through your beard at rest

for nothing hurts that’s quite so hard.

 

And with your stake he’ll mirror you

the house that reaches holds you near

and lost together sit you two -

three �" half - no part of you too dear.

 

But when you’re done the house has claimed

much more than such a maudlin pair

more words than yours in it have rained

and stormed and formed to make the lair.

 

Tales and speeches marry like dust

to shape the endless corridor

of two catch fire and burn at dusk

again �" again - again - once more.