To Be Ensnared Sweetly

To Be Ensnared Sweetly prose poem

Uploaded by Daniel Day-Lewis

Rip from the seams of ribcage and spit your puzzle into me
Stare and stab into abandoned pupils until they are your pearls
Eat the air around me and speak of how you were a muse once
Then take what I give until I am no longer I
Swallow the mountains I have climbed
The seas I have swam
The tears I have sang and the moons I have loved
Do this, my sweet and you will have seen the secrets of gods
You will have built me up from dirt to dust
Made me into you
You will have tricked me into thinking you did all of this sweetly

Then, as white walls do, you would shout history and I would believe you
You would want heart’s blood and I would pour into you, as you wish
Yes you built it to be like this
In morning’s voice I would cry for you
My muse
Your dreams will steal my dreams
Then in mystery, you will leave

Ribs ripped open, eyes made wondering and earth only leaving me suffocating
I am no longer I
A puzzle is in me
One I may never find
How simple the journey of a joker when he finds the fool
You do, as white walls do to the muse
To be left empty
And still, you have tricked me into thinking you have done all of this sweetly

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