You are not a saint.
Are you?
A saint who lives to move me deeper
where I could be eaten.
See if I go deeper
just because
I like the way you dress,
because your name has
just the right amount of vowels.
I will swim into the mouth
of your name.
If I wake up half gone
I will look up to the sky
and laugh because
I let my body break
for a pretty letter and
a color scheme.
And I would do it again
because no part of my body
is made of color and sound
like my heart.
Are you?
A saint who lives to move me deeper
where I could be eaten.
See if I go deeper
just because
I like the way you dress,
because your name has
just the right amount of vowels.
I will swim into the mouth
of your name.
If I wake up half gone
I will look up to the sky
and laugh because
I let my body break
for a pretty letter and
a color scheme.
And I would do it again
because no part of my body
is made of color and sound
like my heart.