my skeleton burns dry
Her fingertips melt
    my harsh layers
to dust

I am the minute stalk
Gasping my way between
The ragged shadows.

I am the melting landscape,
Entangled in the other with the affection,
Of a merciless dawn.

I am the Human
Drawn by the hand of Her
Own primal society

we can exchange hushed script
we could even breathe through the world
we would not roll our tongues around
         verbal diction
we would not dare slither a
         sound
                for with the noise, rushes frosty
breeze,
                comes little anodynes to numb
out the night

we can blink silence
we would never dream a drop of sound