grains of sand
in a glass of
timeless endings,

kisses I felt
through the years of
pandemonium tension,

skinny jeans
through and through
passionless tapdance,

the fire’s dying embers
a reminder of the
truth

heart on a stick
lollipop trick
murky
water
warning

battered but not bruised

skinless boneless dream

and tiny green

peas

sustain me

crumbs between her lips
I eat her dessert and
pleasures

Guitar pick on string
Tuneless chords whispering
Stop. Stop. Stop.

growing,
little by little,
I am becoming me,
becoming,
coming,
ming