To be so close
your breath feeding my breath

-flesh-

veins running through veins

-sustenance-

the chest shelters you near
to touch an image in my head, just one more step

-stillness-

the chill that settles in, trying to think in an interrupted place
-let go, wait…
I want to hear beyond your thoughts
the right and wrong –what is it, do you know?

- your eyes-

beyond the second that splits veins at every stare
just one of yours
and a pitiful attempt to disobey
-the flesh, and thought and veins-

I cannot and I fall
every time
disgracefully close

-asking for more-