On impulse I sputter to life,
New lungs spitting blue into the sky.
Fingers wet with the tide

That as yet
        Unspoken
                 Need

Clinging with infant fingers to my ribs.

Trap in human skin.

I reach back into the bliss,
Savoring the sensation of sin slithered across my tongue.

I have been frozen in the sun.

In dreams my respite comes,

But oh, the night slips softly away.
That unfinished chapter dissolving into day
Leaving its scent to crawl beneath my door,

That incessant, leery, lust for more.

And the terror of knowing that soon

It must

End.