******* the frayed edges of this worn down heart from hope and yet fed by the taste of you Honey dew tangerines take shape of leaves falling from the sky the way you took my hand and took a dive with me I'd stay under and wait for you like the pine trees waiting for the others to wake after winter I'd hold my breath for you and count to 365 3 times- unless there was a leap year but I'd still count that day It'd be the one where I saw you The one where you held my hand and watched time travel faster than my anxious heart waiting for your return so I could nestle you in my straw sheets Stiff, from not enough love sweet, because no man has been here, except for you when my eyelids fall victim to the weights of emptiness that feign them of your presence Fall victim to my mind's imagination protruding from my scalp my iceberg and carved thicker than any of the mastered tattoos that stain your bones Carved like you are, all crisp and folded neatly into squares where you're slipped under my left breast buried here in the nook of my rib cage and mimick the parakeet of my heart calling to the only bird who sings my song Calling to all lovers oceans apart but woven so intimately inside one another, a basket of every item you could ever need- Empty but built through frayed edges of worn down hearts that inhale each catty-cornered breath to survive Singed ends proof that your match has lit my birch for it's last time Proof that this is frozen like the permafrost embedded within my rib Proof that you'll stay with me through the thicket of ice and fury and frost before slipping away and leaving me with the lilies of Spring risen from the warm rain you'll toss here from the salt stained sea renewed and refreshed as our hearts choke and gasp and shriek but our bodies calm as they perform their miracles and heal and mend all of the sutures that love has stung us with I'll heal from the frostbite you poisoned me with but not without the deepest of scars from your high velocity crime on my soul and the ink bleeding through my skin But, she'll keep quiet for you and she'll wear her battle scars over her left breast and wear them with dignity Have you loved like this? Tell me, have you taken a dive and held your breath? Have you run down your heart until all that is left is frayed edges of this worn down heart- a parakeet chained to the cage of my ribs singing a song waiting to be sung singing to a lost Lover of the lilies of Spring.