Faulty and Why

Your words
Like gushing butter,
Fatty, dripping,
Tongue all swollen,
Ease our rustframes
Back to work
And all the creaking
And the aching
And the need for more each time,
It's all a marker,
A 'kerchief knot,
A post-it note
In fat, black pen.
We don't know when
But when it hits
We fall.
We fall to bits.