A Wick, A Wisp (v.3)
do you remember how
we used to just lie there
smiling thinking grinning
I could smell your thoughts
you tasted like
burnt
honey
curled away by a slick breeze
icicles feathering across
a vast chasm
a chance a night
a cry a note
a wick a wisp
a sigh
a deep black
a touch
just
a touch
I close my eyes and jump
and there you are
smiling
thinking
grinning
bleeding
with
me.