Francis bacon paint your heart

Please reprieve me

I betrayed you 
The heat of vengeance 
Calculated and devious 
Must have been delicious 
To the cherubs at the gate 

There's neither solitude 
Nor tranquility 
When consequence erupts 
Immediate as the current 
Pouring lament in killers veins
Hot as frost and sugar spiked 

I forgive you 
You betrayed me
Trapped in the middle 
Of an integral fault 
Caught between bedcrumbs
And the deep blue sea

Sparks burn and melt the eyes 
Francis bacon paint your heart
I don't mean to terrify you 
Said the spider 
To the wind 
Every dewdrop yearns to glisten 
Every bullet turns to clay 
All that loves is blind 
And putrid 
All our heartaches 
Will be spoken 
Like the severance 
Of a breath
Love is violence 
Proud contumely 
Here is silence 
Where is death.

08/06/18