Dead Lover of Echo

Your touch felt like fondling grace of leaves at the far

edge of my milky way eyes.

A daisy chain binds around my chest

Encircling my palms to my breast

Praying and holding in hopes

that sound leaves my neck

It pushes against my throat

like a fever still due

That breaks my head harder

Than caving to you.

The sky falls and becomes the sea

I

Fall and-

I, see,

I've dug out the map from my heart,

See? Twisting lanes like veins

Laid flat across my Open palm

that I read like a broken flat-line.

Salt water: that Crushing Weight

Throbs at my lower lash line Your touch felt like fondling grace of leaves at the far

edge of my milky way eyes.

A daisy chain binds around my chest

Encircling my palms to my breast

Praying and holding in hopes

that sound leaves my neck

It pushes against my throat

like a fever still due

That breaks my head harder

Than caving to you.

The sky falls and becomes the sea

I

Fall and-

I, see,

I've dug out the map from my heart,

See? Twisting lanes like veins

Laid flat across my Open palm

that I read like a broken flat-line.

Salt water: that Crushing Weight

Throbs at my lower lash line

An unbroken period stalling my cry

Plunging through my neckline

And trying to love feels like  cloying moisture between my breasts.

An unbroken period stalling my cry

Plunging through my neckline

And trying to love feels like  cloying moisture between my breasts.