janus

Sick to gills of 

prevarication 

hyperventilation 

circumlocution 

pretension - 

Balking at 

reef-knots 

cross-stitch 

knit knit 

purl purl.

Torch down your cave falls on nothing. No diamonds in your cobwebs. You can have your darkness and eat it too. Your messes, your trifles, your grey gooseberry dreams. Build your fortress, one paradox at a whine, and pout and stay put.

You, I want. I want, you. 

I want to drink your light in. 

The irradiation off your teeth teeth, 

the light that catches your iris, your luminous 

scrupulous skin. Come in, come in.