God my hands are cold
on your lifeless lips
watching your eyes ice over;
you're not so sweet
as the sugarglazed doughnuts
that caught in your throat;
your coughing sounds like hiccups
and I loved capturing your mouth
in mine, icedsteam, seems like
an addition reaction. you're
cold cold cold flesh chills against
my pale cheek. faded eyes,
we cannot find you without dreams
and i dream you like an addict;
obsessed obsessed so so trapped
creamy skin and ice chips,
you're so smooth I slip on you,
but there're goosebumps on your arms
and i know you're in there somewhere,
I just haven't heard where.

press my hand against your chest
still still still still not feeling
we'll be(at) together in the end.