Dilute it back to Holiness
I want, to overlap, your two broken umbrellas, at the curve of the handles, so the tattered plastic metal edges black like ravens wings flap like the winter river water over into the chasm
like the intertwined fingers of lovers those metal dig daggers into chapped skin, crusting over scars with stories forcefully forgotten
So maybe, this time, I can get some shelter from the reign
Build me a labyrinth because what I want, what I want is to lost in the endless tunnels of our twisted destinies.
I want to escape into, get lost in the ice-hard fact that I fear that your eternity will stretch on for far longer than mine, for the sweet poison has reached the veins that lead to my palpating heart
and f*** Romeo, he’s not here to taste my poison full lips to fall upon the knife, because the world can live without me and so will you, you gorgeous specimen .
I want, so badly, to sit with you as you tirelessly, endlessly rearrange your unalphabetized books about birds, the foul, the pray.

I always thought that you kept those damn books, bout the birds, because you were making a study of the way they are able to flap their wings and go from one place to the other
and that, you had some unrealistic dream of: flying
but then you told me
one of those hot sticky summer nights where it feels like the heat can swallow you up,
pressing down on you with so much pressure that your secrets spill out the marbles on the floor
you told me that your brother died in an airplane
and you think the air is made of
Acid
That is your favorite answer to the question why?
You vehemently tell anyone who cares to hear you that it burns our skin. So we, can disappear before we, hit the ground
Smack. Crack.

I want to watch, and do it silently as the falling of feathers, as you try to squeeze into the dress you wore to his funeral
It scrapes away at new pink skin, in wrinkles and crevices made from lying on crumpled sheets for too long, unmade, undone
While rain falls down , the dew- drops that should burn, and you quickly close your eyes because, you think,
The darkness
is comfort
cancer is you, made up of you, grown from your cells
but cancer didn’t kill your brother, life did
but you own your own life, its in the box, behind the ribs and it hurts as it splinters swim in your bloodstream and make a dam to block the blood from flowing
did you know that sharks die when they stop swimming, so I guess when the dam is big enough so will I, and I can tell your brother, the son that you love him
You ask me, with that clear voice, to please zip up your too tight dress
And I see the scars from sunburns when we used to spend our time in God’s own gold soaked heart on Sundays
But now you don’t swim
Because your scared that, it too is poisoned and it far too late
and not early enough to
dilute it back to holiness