.

         amidst the black and blue of
         this deviant twilight i see
the canyons on my hand are deep
next to the smoothness of your face
         a series of spirals and peaks that
         sway and beckon and beckon and sway

behind your hazel eye there is  
a place void of Future
tucked deep underneath sluggish
innocent blinks, invoked
especially for me
            and i sit here alone underneath it all in
            a pile of blood and carbon
            and i breathe them in
            by myself

inevitable stains have grown right
where your mouth should be
            like a long awaited drag or perhaps like
            our religion

and the shaded peaks in a distant forest
call too loudly for me now
and it has me
           and i feel both this entrance and an exit  
           consuming my chest and my toes and
           it has me and i fear

it has me thinking
             and i fear i am gone
i wanted to believe so badly
it would be you