your hands erase me
the acrylic stillness of your fingertips
pocketing pieces of my flesh--
a fitting offering for the red want
that floods my veins
you watch painstakingly
as i disappear where my ends meet
where the yearning suffocates
and sizzles like an open wire
in the grey weary night
i have become empty and estranged
uncloaked and unkempt
clinging to the walls
that soothe the edges
and swallow me whole
hold me phantom
a little while longer
EAC © 2010
No comments:
Post a Comment