I leave foot marks where I walk,
the wind is my friend, as it makes disappear what wasn't there..
I become powder by the mill of your thoughts
bathing endlessly into a broken sand clock..

Relentlessly my mind grinds each thought of yesterday's spectrum.
I am not as calloused as I thought;
I stand whimpering in arctic cold
as I watch you ride off with my heart in your mouth.

I thought it meant something when you closed the door,
the happiness I thought I had, blistered like acid on gold..
yet how effortless you put your words into thoughts
how you pick me up with your kisses...
while stepping on me with your heart..

And still you sing with passion dripping from your lips
when like a hungry wolf you devour what I give;
pieces of me scattered at your feet.
My hummingbird heart has slowed its beat.
I run in search of heat but then I remember you also hold the power to revive me.
What are you, angel or demon!