Skinwalker lover Call my name again My heart a peach in your fist Dripping Ever longing More, more, more Lapping tongue Starving dog Cannibalize me Again I'll never notice My pieces missing Begging for scraps While your meal Grows cold
The unknowing of you Will take a lifetime Sea salt and sage Music in the mornings Softness of skin Roughness of hands Coffee cold and sweet Like loving you Like losing you
Someone told me once To think of something constant When it got too much To look at the moon And marvel at its permanence Yet, if you could leave Falling so far out of my sky I know nothing is constant If not you, Then not even the moon.