hoarse bloody whispers in my mouth
(what would you do if we were closer?)
it’s the breathing (hot) that (breath) gets me in trouble
i said i say so little with these hands
look into my eyes
but they never understand.

there is no question here

who but you could ever break me
in such a pallucid and blue
way? (ten questions left and i am so
far from the answer)
did you connect the silence to the
television set
& your debonair/deathly habits?

such a nasty wound on your mouth.

there is no question here I Know

i suppose that your laughter has been neglected; forgotten
but your scalding grin – how could i?
I Know;

(that i loved you)