poem: still blood

[Written in the wee hours in tandem with Jill Scott's "He Loves Me." The line inside me to chorus is my mishearing of her incite me to chorus. Lovely line, and she does. So.]

castle mine
finest tethers
your ache lingers
longing the larger
the very
the never
the actual
the violet caress
inside me to chorus
vital signs
heart signs
the cicada runs free
we were morning
we are still
blood drives
the faster ways
life makes more
in the Julys of glory
you the I can't
you the missing inversions
the played against
the tangled web
the blue coos
the sensate disarray
the invitation stills
the bone
parallel charm
derelict alarm
gathered excitation
the black seam
down
the darkest night
inside me
to
chorus.