Usurpation

Perhaps you'd like to travel
in search of completion.
It is hidden somewhere
in the empire of me.
My desires throb, embole
when the truth becomes fragile
each time you ask for it.

Blood is scarce like water
in the empire of rivers.
You may man these vessels
pursuing opposing directions.
My heart beats, shifts
the measures of fibrillation
with every systolic thrust.

My name becomes merely a word
stripped off its meaning.
The more you utter it
the more I hide under my skin.
I resist your touch, begin
when the counting adjusts
an inch for each stolen breath.

Pursue it I say, pursue it.
Let your longing for me
fall prostrate, resign.
Let your hands fumble intently
with this masterful incubation.
I hold the truth that you seek.
Discover your need to pursuade.

The travel comes to a rest
after you discover my weakness.
My name is reconceived
from bones and empireal remains.
My emotions infarct, reveal
the truth that flows immaculately
with each memory of usurpation.