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
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
& 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?
(that i loved you)