This is just to say
Your porcelain blue eyes stayed with me

I’ll take nothing else
I’ll write it in blood
Never to need:

1) Your birdcage heart
2) Your warm never-ending skin stretched out over black buzzing cities
3) Your cool crawling tongue which takes apart dull sleep-walking loverboys
4) Your white bladed spider hands that have carved dangerous patterns on my new snake-skinned body
5) Your timid dancing breath which echoes through my shaky golden dreams of deadly nothings

But I have your eyes
The wide and clear unopened windows
To your thick-cut glass soul.

My mind
(that tricky grain of sand)
wants you to know this.