Everything

Ground neurone pathwayslike crushed petalslike atomic fissionchannels to an ecstasynot understoodnot whisperedcognoscente.Brain flutters a bywaythere is no blue printfor this:just hard learning throughbody’s heavings.Love is an echolips a skinfingers entangled in hairyou draw me inyou draw meyou demand everything.Ground neurone pathwayscrushed petalsslimy underfootyou make promisespromises for tomorrowask for todayask for everythingpromise tomorrow,will be without this.I have knives in my bellymouth twitches from holdingtight the grimacethe grimace born from us& you ask me to talk to youtalk to you,muscles held tight from pain’s spasmyou offer everythingthen draw back to ascertain,& there are always promises for tomorrowwhich should have been fulfilled yesterday.