I used to bleed everyday; I was the juiciest ******* the block.
I'd wrap you up, wide armed. I used to
    spit
        and clamor;
            and feel
                and fight
                    and ****.
I miss the taste of your sour milk mouth, your breath against my neck.
I miss being shielded from the wind
I miss the wind.
These days, I feel so tangled
    and still;
        broken
            and blistered
                and bound.
There's no honey anymore;
no charm,     no silk,     no gut.