"You know

i'm not going to hurt you right,


You whispered

under the pulse of our breathing.

Yank the roots up

from my soul.

Set me on fire and we'll blow out the coals.

Swirling brains,

stroking the flames.

I was empty and hollow

'til you filled me again.

Quickly now,


Don't let it go cold.

Cuz you know

I leave marks

that you'll wear when you're old.

And again I rest my head

against your knee,


for any trace of air left in this room.