Full-Throttle Heart
Your soul that is life-fuel, fire, and hurricane,
hitting me like a blacktop sunrise after too many nights chewing gravel
and regret
I want you rough and holy, storm-eyed and grinning,
teeth bared at the world,
a dangerous mercy in the cracks of your knuckles
I taste your laughter on my lips, smoke and whiskey and something green,
a wildness that digs into my bones, sets my marrow humming
You walk through the dark with that battered crown, every scar on your spirit flashing neon,
and I’d swear on everything broken that you’re the only real thing I’ve ever touched
Burn me down and bring me back, your soul that is life in a world made of dead things-if this is survival,
let me starve on you, drink deep of the riot in your chest,
live reckless for every heartbeat you give
We make a mess of the sheets, a tangle of sweat and wild hope,
your hands mapped in callus and forgiveness,
finding all my fault lines and shoving light into them
The world’s a crash of noise, a fistfight in an alley, but your soul’s got music that hums through my teeth,
every note a dare, every silence a promise I want to break open
We roll like thunder, a cyclone with nowhere to go but forward-no brakes, no apology,
just flesh and soul and the engine’s scream,
your mouth a curse I whisper when I want to pray
Let the world spin out-if there’s a cliff, we’ll ride off it together,
hands knotted in wild belief, wind howling,
never letting up, your pulse the only law I’d bleed for
Burn me down and bring me back, your soul that is life in a world made of dead things-if this is survival,
let me starve on you, drink deep of the riot in your chest,
live reckless for every heartbeat you give
When I’m spent and shaking, when the world claws at the windows, you press your palm to my ribs-anchor,
anchor, anchor-and I know I’ve survived another night just to worship you
Your soul that is life-too much, too wild, exactly enough-if there’s an afterlife,
let me meet it tasting your skin, hungry for another ride
If I lose it all, let it be to you, lover-your soul that is life, tearing down the walls,
setting fire to the slow decay,
turning every last day into one I’d die to relive.