be gentle as you breathe

your days away

all count

Fragile:
She’s thin in a hungry way,
and delicate in a sickly way.
She’s unused to how her hips jut out.
They catch the sharp countertop corners.
The pain whistles out of her like the shriek of a teakettle.
Her hip bones are colored with black and purple bruising.
Starvation has tapered her torso,
into the rungs of a ladder and the keys of a piano.
Countless fingers have ascended the ladder in her ribs.
Other times a melody was plinked out.
The cold easily crawls under her collar bone.
It breaks her skeleton and shreds her epidermis.
Curling inward she hugs and comforts her vital organs.
She feels like sticks and paper in the cold.
Handle with care.

Never here nor there
Rather, everywhere
A drifter
Wandering a sea of dust
And emptiness

For I am alone
This isn't a poem
It's a plea

No consistency
Stability a foreign word
Because my ******* mind
Won't cooperate with my
Stupid ******* needs

I can't breath alone
And that's all I am
Alone

How my body yearns for
The touch of warm fingers
The caress of arousal

But my mind refuses
To stay in one place

So I am lost to the wonders
Of love and such
Because I can't stick around

*** after drinks?
I picture it often

You are very pretty...

It's different with a woman
Much better, I think

Your skin is much softer

It's my tongue
Creeping along somewhere
Over plains of smooth flesh

It's the shiver down my spine
When you touch me* there
Darling, I expect pleasure

And oh, do you deliver
But do you not hunger
As well?

Let me explore your body
Erase innocence
Sin is best served with wine

But I never believed
*In books and such, anyway

I love the feeling
Of ice cold lips
White rain
Blue fingertips

Looking up as
Flakes of beauty
Caress my eyelashes

I can play guitar in the snow
And sing a song
Me and my dog

Wanderers
Ever so hollow
Just going with the flow

Like the little perfect flakes
Falling to rest
On the ground

And like snowflakes
We melt into nonexistence
Packing up
And following the next storm

There is no rest for the cold
I suppose my soul
Is
*Ice