I would have spoken louder,
But I was too ashamed.
In the car I thought about,
Maybe,
The darkest sky,
And leaking shiny puncture wounds.
The biggest blanket,
For everyone.
I could have fallen asleep,
In the shape of the infinity symbol.
Arms looped around,
The water called 'myself'.
Your arms,
Forever.
But my body language was too harsh.
My toes were pointed towards,
Frosty window sheets,
And fractal images,
Of smiles,
Much too critical,
Looseness,
Made by boulders held with dental floss.
There was cold space,
Where little iron flowers grew,
With spiraled silver pedals.
Carving chicken wire,
And leaves of serrated razor.
I thought twice to mention,
While passing stagnant park benches,
Off highways,
Where quacking mesh motor engines,
Distress,
Until the only want,
Is want,
And desire's,
Buttoned up.