Here is where, Amazonian, I pin your tongue down with a surgeon's precision,

and so begins the lexical dissection of our encounters,

ripping you page by page by page, mopping up each etymological morsel

with an inquisitive compulsion - a quest to uncover passion out of plain sight,

but your ambiguous talk is merely a string of indifferent words.

& here is where, choked, I release you.

Steriled & savage, I pull Occam's razor across my skin like a scalpel & crack open my chest.

Here is where I soak the ragged end of a white cloth with rapture & hurl my molotov heart.

& here is where the glassy realisation has to fall,

where something shatters but it isn't silence.