defying gravity and slide along your chin
down your neck where you're still shivering from the remnants
they pool in the space between your collarbones and shoulders
on the warm skin
leaving your lashes sticky
sore in the morning
all because of...
i cant quite put my finger on it.
its on the tip of salty tasting tongue.
im papery and worn.
and done with thinking for tonight
shut off my brain
putting up road blocks
chains and electric fences
around these thoughts
my heart is open and willing, so take it