it's an interesting feeling
to come back from the numb
like swimming in pudding
or like petals between my toes
but my bare feet are in flower
and my cold fingers are on your neck
as if it's warmer in black and white...
so close your paper cuts
and open your heart
where laid bare,
I'd press a finger to your lips
and quiet you with darkened eyes
to straighten your spine
and breathe your skin
I'd keep the moon to swallow the ocean
and follow the light in your words.