you were a scent I could eat
when I stopped searching for iron lines devoid of sensation.
When you crawled towards me, your tounge heard the silence of the sky and it stopped spinning forward.

A single muffled memory,
you kiss sparingly, unknown as all the things you wished you did.
The rushing sea crashed unseen out of my mind
with a drought of all the things you never said.

You chopped down the tree that had concealed its light
never being all that I never wanted.
When you looked outside yourself,
you found a heart warm and vibrant.

The sound has never become
but there is one thing you don't know.
You could easily pull closed the sight of the food I smell in these iron lines.
Your nose will crawl towards me and see that silence after you make me yours.