Craving History

drowned early
from days of bobbing for apples
in barbed-wire barrels, never
developed a strong sweet tooth.
avoided forbidden fruit through
sucking salty bone,
tongue tracing questions desperate along
hollowed pores- hungry prayers.
a hunt for meaning clung to
marrow.

to ripened fruit,
flesh full and fragile,
vibrant cores buried under
shields of strange skin,
I wish to witness history firsthand.
to be cast down past's esophagus,
its tributaries of truth, rugged liquor-binge
paved in cement.
dimming lanterns lighting caves
carved by decades-
your very heart hoarded, a fossil
of white headstones cloaking black holes,
a picture-ready rotting
from the inside.

this silent communion, a savoring
starve. a choking of every star
in the universe.

and you, avoiding the core. and I,
spitting its seeds
like a poison.