To look at your dark splash
is to face the shape
of your gathering
as I hold a horde of bees
under my tongue.

I used to carry us
as a pirate would a scar,
I carry us now
as a scar does a pirate.

In the dark, I feel you
spinning, wriggling,
as ink nibs the paper in its reaching
for the other side of the sheet.

One day, when you have rendered me
you will begin to notice
my silence.

And I will wear you
as a ship does its captain.
I will open my mouth
and finally taste
your sweet black honey.


Note: Image is a still from The Prophet, a movie based on the text of the same name by Kahlil Gibran.

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