nosferatu; radiohead.
i remember when the walls
were numbed by my silence
and pain was opening my
delicacy of wounded
shoulder
blades. negative wings.
i would have disappeared
in your
palms if you held them
out long
enough. i keep eating out
of
the same distance. i keep
shrinking
in the same orbital
fonts.
the slumber of wounded
sentences are why i put
a spell on you. i don’t
see anymore
but i am bewildered in
your
forearms and i see every
smile
in their strength.
smoldering
kisses teething on our
ephemeral
moonlit skies. i see you.
