To The Filter

To The Filter
Angela Malzow

Mind skips across the brine
Spread wide to find
The coveted divide
Slip slowly inside
Brought to my knees
Your hands the cream
Of my dreams
And my value as deemed
Seeker of wounds, taste my blood
Crush me from above
My infection, my drug
Rampant poison of my love
Carve a grin into my soul
So everyone will know
The immensity of our dow
Hearts split into troves
Yawn, inhaled the ire
Frozen with desire
Of two bodies afire
Wings of cinders upon the pyre
Lust of murdered tongues
Sanguine intent plunged
Into the spirit of the ones
Lost ever and anon to the cruel sun