words fall through me, fool me
into something larger than your shallow breathes
against my collarbones at four in the afternoon.
we are craters, creating something
more wholesome than a smile or the five o'clock news,
and i'm new here
but i felt the pulse in your wrist when you said good morning
and i'm mourning the thickness of the cranium
you're melting away
and i'm tired of your limp fingers
and your tangled hair
i need something more than your mouth
and a quiet shadow.