Dogmas

You were swallowing god damning dogmas

Rough palmistry your hands could not align

Unsexed you borrowed callow spit, not lost

No, looking for a space, just not mine

Redolent with skin of unknown

Unwary hands, nomadic ghost

Levied words from my spiteful throat

Understanding where my thoughts go

You’d build a boat out of my bones

I thought I’d reclaim you for the ocean

But i could not cradle you with dirty hands

No star death casketed in palms like these

White knuckles cracking, playing simple maths

We were squealing

Dogs with bad dreams

Eyes that smile, gaze so dimly

Isolated, nursing skinned knees

I’m weaker than I thought I’d be