choke

give me your words of praise and hell
make me the reason for your well-
being and hurl kind words at me
that slither and writhe snakily
twisting around each sorry curl 
around each limb we'll let them twirl
and madden me and I’ll crave more:
on me many more words you’ll pour!
they’ll crush my peace
they’ll steal my soul
they’ll take so much
I’ll think we're whole
I’ll think we're all that we could be
I’ll think that you’re at my mercy
while your words to the beatofadrum
I called myheart will march and come
and form arope we’ll call anoose
and pull it tight
--tight...
not so loose