it felt like a kiss from god
stung, swollen red and lots of
peculiarity

I move my hips in the mirror wondering if I'd look good to you
I just want comfort
it's so cold so much of the time

in an existence
chock full of unknown
I just want something to hold onto

so I'll do as you ask
I'll put your crimson hand to my mouth and pull
in
through my teeth

anything anything anything I can breath in
just to sit in a field of flowers
and feel a lively warmth radiate from within