. ...your mouth was chewing on the afterburn

of me trying
to talk
to you…but i lost
... . .the words .. ..
and i never knew why

you kept me
tucked away
like so many
skeletons
without their tongues 
clattering
in the closet,
so knowingly dark. .. ..
i should have been
.... ..so many sounds.. .. . 

time was just a black thing
over my face
and your kisses were distractions
from the disillusion meant
for eyes
and i
couldn’t see,

.. ...how your hands
climbed
mountains
in my blind night;

i slept,
right through
your ascension.