Darling

The air is biting huge chunks out of my skin
causing my bones to get chapped
like bloody lips in the dead of winter
My lover is trying to escape
putting her hands down her pants
keeping the warmth in
letting it circulate
allowing no one else in
The streets we are walking are full of
dis(ease) and broken glass and if you arent careful
they will go through you and you will deflate
like an after birthday balloon singing the last line
of joy
All I can think about is how I am dearly obsessed
with her tits
and screaming wounded heart
How I want to feed her the sun
till all her little cuts dry up
and her eyes beam through me
and all the cold leaves
forever