LET her see my soul she won't run from it
i'd have her travel through cuts on my body
it is a dream to have her sit in my neurons in the special way she sits
her shoes off, feet dangling and toes skimming the surface of my cytosol
OLD habits die hard but what if they die quick
instead of biting my nails too short
she collects every nail i've discarded and builds a tower
to the heavens where we both should live
i can't hold onto the rope my fingers slip
i fall quick but its excruciating watching her watch me
VENOM is different from poison but who cares
if it permeates my blood and ends my life it serves the same purpose
why would venom and poison argue
one does the biting and leaves a line of spit
the one who gets bit leaves tainted blood in the others mouth
i think i've forgotten what my blood tastes like
she describes it to me in her giddy voice as if
somehow my blood is a deadly antidote
ECHO of my lost tears of a doomed laughter
its written on my scars that i am a fool
yet she lives in me and on me and with me
i find it less of a love and more of biology
what else can i name someone who breathes me
bleeds me kisses me dies with me
isn't the most subtle form of LOVE the one
where you can't seem to see it