A Sleeping Centipede Presence

A sleeping centipede presence
Chemically now
Appears atoned, bereft and alone allied
To deprive the lust of
A cannibal midwife
Penned ivory crossed ignites
Found in knots
Like tails on kites
An inheritance of loss from leeches to guide my heart
Time
Pairing glans pry and ache
Life seething there
A birth like births allowed
In you
Things that carry on
Amended clean with heat and bridal bands
Your tongue still sweet vacates, arrives
Monotone
But happier untied