familial grip.

i am sorry

for knowing you so well.

i am sorry for

craving your swells.

i am sorry for

bowing in this dwell.

starlight disaster,

i lick the lights you leave

because i cannot hide

in the dark anymore.

i've been in these basals

since curling

from mother sea

so whatever bulbs

you leave within

arms' reach--

you'll hear my howling

around your neck

and my desperation

in your mouth--

(i'm siphoning

your life, my love;

your love, my life.)

aimlessness

is perceptive

of the pair

i cannot patch work,

but i need

this blade.

so if i die,

i die by your

blindness.

#EnriqueAlaniz #poetry #English