Crowns and Syrup

Your fingertips taste of metal
and my split-ends line your bed
The last poem was meant to cut
But you called it beautiful instead

Conversation has stalled and stuttered
Yet my heart grows larger still
My head- its got its mind made up
But I dial against my will

Your love it leaves me red and raw
And syrup fills my hands
Let's wrap our necks like ostriches
Unless God's got other plans

Our 'after-birth' is sour
Yet and still I drink you down
'Cause while the birds chirp 'Mossy hat!'
My eyes- they see a crown.

My tongue dances in sugar
While thick lanes drip below my neck
Everything was sweet at first
But syrup leaves a sticky wet

My tears dripped on that golden piece
And 'oh!' what have I found
It melted quick as sand and soap
My tears melted your crown.

The syrup that fell from my face
Liquified your crown.


My God, what emptiness I've found?