on the roof
just before
the dawn
air smells
like ice
it's so easy
to imagine
you are just
a fly
caught in
the white foggy
amber
two
I watch
birds
come
and
go
and do
a countdown
with every finger
I lose
feeling to
one
nothing
I'm starving
in a sleep
when my eyes
are closed
my bones
try to pierce
skin on my:
shoulders
elbows
chin
something moves
within
your face
I think
you are
smiling
I try to mirror
that movement
but it feels
like traversing
through
the arctic cold
without the map
I surrender
I'm starving
and I'm so cold
with eyes
filled with
black water
with hands
hidden in
pockets
you let me
climb on you
and hide
under your
breath
winter.
winter is coming.
