spoke

A curse I can comprehend licking my eyes
Suffering the silence of a razor denied
Open to wounding me—the disease I invoked
A merciful masterpiece; unable to console.

No one could understand when truth came alive
A single participant bound at the spine.
Far more than secret; God only knows
Too stunned to keep it, ten years below.

Now see the argument, now see the life:
Colour-covered flesh, sometimes crystallized.
Misunderstood the plea—caught unexposed . . .
The only things left were the words you spoke.