i'm glaring into the sun..
catching the shards of
brilliance in my eyes
.. and for you i've lost
all hope.
combing the glass from
my hair and grinding teeth
on my sandpaper knuckles..
losing grip..
groping eternity numbly..
almost blindly..
deafly nearing puncuation.
[period]
..
running fingernails up and down
your spine, vertebrae by vertebrae..
and you've spoken claims to
me.. broke the ridges in my jaw..
and i'm humming insecurities in
your ear.. kissing your glow
like i've got nothing left.
i'd hang on if your shadow
wasn't so scarce..
lead me blindfolded to the
chair and i'll find my way back to you..
if you just wouldn't flee.
give me patience.
i'm hanging, palm to palm against
the wall, fumbling for the key
to this makeshift empire of
lust wars and false endings.
..
some strategy we have here..
playing battleship with frozen
limbs in tundra climate waters.
..and if i could feel my fingers i'd
hold them to yours.. and maybe
the sun would hit our foreheads
and we'd be submerged in
some kind of ecstacy that
we used to/could have known.
far off.. thinking of me..
piecing together any kind of hope
either of us possess and i
can't help but wonder how
you're doing it..
..
so drop me.
crush my organs..
leave me stumbling over
all the things i don't want
to remember
and when your lungs collapse
don't say i didn't warn you..
i said i love you..
but all you had to say is
'you're beautiful..'
