thyme

I'm good for you, so drink me up

My blood into your water cup

Can't stop eating, had enough

Can't stop thinking, called your bluff

Thoughts sink into my water bin

Basements within, base means within

 

Watery wishes

and the mush under a bruise

I thought you could save me

My celluloid muse

 

Fingernails and the split of ends

I'm trying not to breathe

I can

The blood has drained out from my hands

And now she's on her own again

 

So roast me slow upon my pit

Tell me where burns so I can lick it

Close up your wounds with tongue and spit

 

It's okay to cry out when you slide the tip in

It's okay to be quiet when there's oceans within

 

It's okay to be with me, be little and still

It's okay to cum with me, rosemary and dill