Domestication

Origionaly written 11/20/07

I could give you cathedrals.

Ritualistic emotion full of guilt,

build you small towns with lazy government

and white picket fences.

Cookie cutter existence hiding behind

rush hour and iced coffee.

I could give you eternity.

Melting snow caps and dying penguins,

exhaust breath and smokey blue jeans

hold you in tar pit arms with black top eyes.

I could promise you salvation.

tangle our fingers and mash our lips

search for your tongue and teeth with my own.

Keep you tied up with my shoestring limbs

and salty sweat.

You could give me peace.

Give me your sticky secrets,

glue us together with speech and text.

Convince me to stay

rooted in your earthy embrace

grounded by your weight.

We could have redemption.