my brittle bones
are cramped now
slinky and snug
like a clinging dress
ill-fitting
but too pretty
not to wear
your footprints
suspended in the empty
echoes of the city on your trail

my hand holding your hand
a perfumed secret
sprouting whispers
which bite
like thorns
and jagged bones

our souls
two hummingbirds
in frightful flight
with wings fast
terrified
ready to ignite