a warmth of blood,

creeps along my neck.

my chest is still,

but my head starts to spin.

your guiding hands,

direct my madness to your face.

for a second there isn't a trace.

don't close your eyes for too long.

you will disappear.

and you did.

and all the air has left my lungs.

now my neck is like a stone in snow,

my shaking hands,

searching for what they used to know.