see these wrists
read them
with your fingertips
eyes closed
with your touch
unravel
the patchwork
of gothic infrastructure
that crawls
along the pallid landscape
of skin
construe
these interconnecting
blue highways
that extend
under the surface
and red a-roads
with raised embankments
that line
these limbs
can you count
how many times
i've needed you?
and you weren't there
YOU ARE READING
ETIOLATED
Poetrythe silhouettes your eyelashes construct upon slavic cheekbones #42 in poetry 20/07/18 #40 in poems 16/08/18 #34 in poetic 20/12/18 © charlieisaneatfacade 2018
