Ribcage

lii

clinging into thin

sheets still the

chill creep crawl

cave

in your

heart that's

caving

in

     oh how

i still wonder

why you

f l o a t

in your

own

sheets if you

can try to

         d i v e

into my arms

a hundred and

two quilts so

far away so

far away

                but

i see your

shape

curves

figures

    i see your

     m a s k

i see it

through the

smoke of

nicotine and

whatelse

and i see it

p e e k i n g

through the

sheets

y e a r n i n g

to twirl tread

taste

      the lips

  oh my lips

       of mist

                              - cade