gravity rolls you down to the feeble drop
forced was your birth, but wanted
your progress stops.
I want to move you forward
I want many others to join you, in your fall
which is beautiful and stings when I want You.

you are fixed and itchy and I feel you most of all
past the moans and clutching fists.
I am without course now that you have been absorbed
never reaching the end and tickling the soft white flesh;
never reaching fabric in colors that You wear.
passing over muffled screams that no one hears
but those without lips, and those without thumb.

I want to cry more than you, little tear.
But you are all that comes, so sha'll you do?
Perhaps.