rags for words

in the gray dark matter of your soul

the gods offer little to the flesh…. or the muse

these rags thin against their will

yet our truths beg to seep from the cracks

and ragged edges of our world

with each word

our hearts shudder at becoming more naked

perhaps it is in the hot sweat twisted fabrics of desire and pain

bleeding out a tempest that drags your words across your soul

that then….  we wish to be somehow be more naked

souls stained words

soul stained rags

kicked like dust from your soul

to lay naked upon the page

rags for words