Ate dinner with a bouquet of fists,
All the palms opened wide
waiting for something to fill them,
5 courses of silent sins
And my stomach still rumbles,
Glasses filled to the brim with
watered down memories,
Hopefully they will wash the
virtue right out of my mouth

How do I love
all the empty
out of you?

Sun swept like father's knowing gaze,
Burned every bit of my body that showed,
Left me all red and pulsing
Felt like a fire underneath the skin,
It blazed for weeks than months,
Boiled the insides to the surface,
Left ash like december across my body,
Covered in all the scolding of summer,
And I still don't feel a thing