Sunday, November 21, 2010

nickle
cold and fickle

blood home to bone and bone home to skin

now your blood is on my skin
out from beneath yours
your body is hallow but your last breath is swinging in my hair

i hold you until the warmth leaves everything behind
your eyes, your fingers, your heart and now your soul
you become white. frozen. gone.

time has stopped. i died there with you.

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