Obsidian You

christ, but I was hollow

I thought touch was enough
between us
underneath us


I was wrong


I was on a mount
alone
mounted
and before me you cried
searched for me
cried

if I was a man
if I was struck dumb
blind

I would be nearer to you
shift my view
my point of view
I would feel nothing and it would be you

I would be you
I would be you

dripping down my face
you

you
only you
all you

obsidian obsession
only you

me but only you
you but nothing left of me

my name on your tongue
down your throat
swallowed christ, but I should die

you, blue eye
christ, but you too