When I look into your hungry eyes why do I long to consume your reality? Too much for me to behold - midnight irises surrounded by a field of white with seams of red veins held in place by sunken flesh your chest barely rising and falling under the cage of your ribs
Do you long for more breath? Or for the tepid gasps that issue forth from between cracked lips to cease forever? I hold out a weak cup of air suspended in a moment - full of this universe under a yellow light as I pass you. Will you receive it?
I see you - drowning in your sagging flesh an oppressive weight in this pause. So I sink flailing all limbs in the swirling universe of your soul peeking out from behind sacred sheer curtains covering over stained windows with chipped pieces of faces looking forlornly up.