i can smell the beginning of time
i feast on its flavor and in my belly
there's a suicidal undercurrent
this is love-hunger gnawing at a touch
at flickers of touch
i'm feeling my age

there goes a bit of my life spent on you
and my heart
my chest is squeezed like an orange beneath my ribcage
my esophagus is crying
or that's how i feel
please dont take this from me
the little lighthouse youve built in my sea