Chasing ambulances
in pursuit of tragedy
to formulate a fractured identity,
your warmth dissolves
in each empty embrace
complementing the bitterness
in each bare meeting of our lips.
With hands warmed by contempt
we manifest in each taste
of foreign breath on our tongues,
our reluctant fingers reject familiarity.
Through the absence of static
failing to bridge tortured vessels,
a self-fulfilling prophecy
guides clipped wings to take flight.