i want a body full of old familiar bones
speckled in dew-sweat
knuckles ashy with rusty facial hair
his lashes like flutterwings
hands on a stomach, quivering ribcage
he breathes like a mountain top
(each breath is enormous)

this is the part
where you take a deep breath -- -

dipped down low in the february blues
find me inside myself, and let me find you