our fingertips were thirsty
clumsily rushing over
each other's skin
drinking in every pore,
every cell on the surface
of our bodies,
in our young foolish hours
of the early
morning,
we turned greedy
for the salty tears
our hearts bled through
the scars we shared,
mine adorning my skin
like scratches on prison walls,
yours deep beneath
in the chambers of your heart,
our bones warmed
the icicles of our
eyes
and we were addicted,
desperately trying to get
as much as we could
of each other skin,
but it was a fool's game,
we would never win.
