Limbs on my limbs, back to my back, fingers dancing everywhere. The hair on my arms is tall. I don't know what it means that last night I dreamt of you standing in the cold, October night, breathing smoke, that safety lives in the weight of your head on my shoulder. Whispering into my ear all of the beautiful things your heart feels, I am lonely and unseen. That heavy feeling only seems to fade when it's your heart beating next to my heart. I almost love you in the dim lights, the taste of a name written between your eyes, the way I loved her, recklessly and without abandon. I see your eyes shining so bright, so close to mine, and I wonder how the world would be written in your broken verse. Splinters and thorns, I split apart. I leave over and over again, I no longer remember the way.