what i feel when i look at you is
a combination of scratched skin and
dry lips with a taste of transparent
liquor,
what i want to feel is blue  nights
and a heart with a temperature like
you soaked my bones with gasoline
and set it on fire afterwards
i want to eat sunrises every morning
so many sunrises that it fills my
lungs with orange nuances until
you forget about the clouds above
i want to hear the sound of you
breathing, every breathe you'll ever
breathe
so much that i can feel it to each
fingertip and smell it in my hair
on a sunday morning
so much that i can feel it around my
metal pastel heart