have you ever
felt on edge
slipping off your seat
to feel something
worthwhile in
and i talk with ease
etch you into
my blades and neck
vertebrae i bend for
you at night
to slip under sheets
twist without talking
just eyes and emotions
men in motion
broken by lust
to create edge of seats
i breathe you into
my dreams at night
and i suffocate beneath
comforters without comfort
you in thought
with hatred to knees
broken bits
your memory
vertebrae