Baptism

You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth

and the world at your feet

always taunting me

dauntingly

you held out the spoon

dripping in your spit

I held out my tongue

and prayed for rain

to soothe the pain

of thirst

but never tasted it

 

And your tongue tasted more like iron

and your touch felt like steel

and so sharp and cold

against the dry of my skin

my sin

you loved to hold

and stole

away from me

the overprotective mother

of a child you raped

and praised

 

You told me we'd dance

but it felt more like pulling

like swinging

like violently orbiting 'round

the sun you're too well aware you are

you are

bound to burn out before too long

 

bathe me, cleanse me, shave me

make me

everything you want to take me

touch me

beat me

anything

any kind of embrace will do

will you?