come here
and burn me down
all these things on the ground around
my feet are useless
come here
and quench my fears with the
sweat of your tears
and the rain of your jizm
all of the isms and thoughts
and writings and willings
that one idea might be only
truth never did a thing for me
but this weakness
and the thickness and
this meekness begins to do
it
if i could begin to kiss it
if i could begin to love this ignorance
like i love you
like a lover
or a candle flame or
this whispered name of earth
and if i could just stay away from people
writing and talking about nothing
and claiming they knew something well
then maybe this could be the start
of life