incineration (black hole)


i will ask for more than your hand in marriage
to be my wife

in fact i will not ask for that at all
i will ask for more than everything

my asking is incineration
all consuming and obliterating

look into my mouth as i speak
climb into this furnace of me

this sacrifice is especially only for you
this burnt offering yours to choose

your fingers like a hand of matches
the tips to be lit over and over by my lips


you ripped open my chest
burrowing into my heart

discovering there this black thing
occupying every chamber

you came not to explore
but to shoulder this heaviness out

creating room once again for another
a living sun replacing that black hole

—P.L. Thomas