When I look into your hungry eyes
why do I long to consume your reality?
Too much for me to behold -
midnight irises surrounded
by a field of white with seams of red veins
held in place by sunken flesh
your chest barely
rising and falling
under the cage of your ribs

Do you long for more breath?
Or for the tepid gasps that issue
forth from between cracked lips to cease forever?
I hold out a weak cup of air suspended
in a moment -
full of this universe under
a yellow light as I pass you.
Will you receive it?

I see you -
drowning in your sagging flesh
an oppressive weight in this pause.
So I sink
flailing all limbs in the
swirling universe of your soul
peeking out from behind sacred sheer curtains
covering over stained windows with chipped pieces of faces
looking forlornly up.

I succumb to the gravity  
in your starving eyes

And ******* own famished soul.