help me figure out your outer layers
and watch as the determined infancy
sleeps against my will.
steal bodies ruptured by
desire and critical masses.
although we never abused these words
our before becomes the meaningful
after.
all the while;
the blackest moons still arise no matter
how distant her heartbeat tightens.
blue borders outline my fingertips
and writing becomes passageways
into eclipsed breathes.
crickets are begging the songbirds
not to leave yet; morning damps
are threatening our ends. to begin
again and leave me in a writers written
sketch.
