Its still early,

no matter how much twisting I do.

No matter how many armies I command .

and despite all the feeling my lips don’t have at this point,

after all that abuse,

all that chewing,

all that the reckoning.

All that the burning every time anyone gets close to the fire,

the biting

the calligraphy,

the honesty.

the wedding.

It’s hard to come to come to a conclusion,

to even be here,

but hey the body is good.

while it’s intact, and while it’s dressed in white.

while its strong,

and while its cut from the cloth

splayed out ,

as long as its mine, and its dressed in white.

I can sink my teeth in.