I hope
to God
you are as
wrapped up
on me
as I am
on you
I doubt it
I am just
another skeleton to you
while your heat
is the only thing
my mind has imprinted
your hand
in my pocket
was nothing
your kiss
on my neck
meaningless
you won't know
you cannot know
it was not
without consequence
for me
YOU ARE READING
digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
