You've not been eating and it shows -
I do not care to see your ribs
Nor feel them ridge beneath my lips
In our night; only moonlight knows.
Our legs entwined - this too shall pass;
When morning strikes this all must end;
Your fingers trace my arm again -
Twelve scars from silver, one from glass.
It is your mouth that kills me here.
There's nothing further once you're gone;
Ashamed to reach our denouement,
You watch me as I disappear.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 7:37 AM UTC
You've not been eating and it shows -
I do not care to see your ribs
Nor feel them ridge beneath my lips
In our night; only moonlight knows.
Our legs entwined - this too shall pass;
When morning strikes this all must end;
Your fingers trace my arm again -
Twelve scars from silver, one from glass.
It is your mouth that kills me here.
There's nothing further once you're gone;
Ashamed to reach our denouement,
You watch me as I disappear.
