I've lived along your open skin, cheek on your back as I breathe. My face dances in the depth of your spine. I forget the silence that sweeps a moment like that.

I prefer the over casted grey. Give me your scared collarbones that expose themselves after I have felt you. The infatuation with indifference is somewhat disposing of me. I have been numb for so long i've lost count of the inhalations that run along my ribs. I once drew the lines of those recessions and it expanded past the atlantic. Give me your motives baby.