Bespoke

I heard the word bespoke; I was overwhelmed with the thought of bespoke, I was crazed and frantic and frazzled; mad with fear of bespoke

Death inside of a small house that had blueprints just made for one family’s torment

Like the heart that blew up the halo inside the heavens

I can’t even imagine one moment I forget how ugly the house was made, so useless with four walls that reflected shadows

Yes, the secret of the fearfully, wonderfully made, bespoke world

I cry through your furious love that intends to soak like a sponge until it’s squeezed out

Your name in my mouth is bespoke

It sounds like a carnival, it tastes like a fairy tale, it smells like a sweet dream

It pours like a tea that is too strong

I could take all of your pain, all of your fears, all of your anger, even if your anger is at me,

Bespoke, bespoke, bespoke, bespoke

all day in my mind.