His eyes were made of tears; his skull was made of longing gazes.
His mouth was made of pain-filled screams; his flesh was made of gentle touches.
His nose was made of hesitant questions; his cheekbones were made of quiet laughs.
His arms were made of angry movements; his ribs were made of gentle embraces.
His legs were made of loud arguments; his hipbones were made of peaceful slumbers.
His hands were made of strangling chokeholds; his knees were made of lust-filled thoughts.
He was made of uneven steps and paper kites.
He was a love song embedded in a tragedy.
And he was made of titanium white like the night sky.
