Warm flesh an aphrodisiac. New fuse lit between lips. We twist tightly into a bright knot a fueled trembling. Candles, charms, curiosities so young. Consumed by your speed you re thrust a shadow remains standing.
Rings break across the page.
Meanings blur behind eyes. You no longer hear me breathe. My words will never translate. My poems idiocy crash between the covers. I find my arms draped over a hanger.