Surrender (Hugo, Part II)
I, a satellite of the orbital mayhem here,
Of fractured girls, animated by seismic cravings and wanton hunger,
In a fragile collision with this, a phantom planet, shattering liminal space
At last approach with quivering probes and bashful impotence
I, with my petaled panoply of wounds
Soft at the knees, prostrate before this flesh bitten idol
Beg before the burden of manhood, cracked through swollen muscle
That this creature leave the remains to the bitter sun.
I, beneath her weight, measure the length of time,
Spent rotting between your broken china teeth,
Am sick with silence and breach the mold
With parables meant to stun you to retreat.
We, then awake to this frostbitten glare
Wonder at the better and the worse
The yet to come, a well-worn crystal ball in your hands,
Cut and thrust with eyelids drawn, to victory for something else.
I, thank you for your frailty and obliterate lust,
That I might resent you, clean and hard,
For a temperate moment through which clarity, cut
May shred the threads that coil us through
Perhaps you, a marginal occupant of this worn page,
Scratched sore and sandpaper smooth,
May one day breathe across the text
That I will paint in effacable hues and euphemistic tones,
If the brush so bends to my will, renewed.