inevitable though it is

when all is

writhing
frothing
trembling

-sparkling-

inside of me
and i'm

wasted
tired
worn

-tender-

with futile longing
for what is

before me
behind me
beside me

-between one breath and the next-

i'm more than desperate.


heart of mine
please lend me

your presence
your time
your attention

-your smile-

lest i crumble.