that boy carried my bones into the night
his face lit by street lights, words growing like forests
but these trees cannot grow while in the dark
so undo his shirt and take off the mask
only space filled by the breaths that depart.

he knew what he was doing, confusing my mind
cut the corners so I’m subdued to silence.
wide-eyed, just how you like me.

well, these brittle bones can’t seem
to twist and contort to your dreams,
your whims have their own motive
as your gentle touch seals me in secrecy.

we both know that I’m not your lover,
just caught in a fever I can’t defeat.
your company under the covers,
left with the memory of your touch
and smell of your sheets.