Es nada

Are you broken inside?
made of crystalline ice; you cut my mind
make me dream in red:
in shades of rose.
your hand dangles off the edge of the bed
what if I wake you, will you shatter?
You're more beautiful in person.
I try to design your perfection
a series of shapes and numbers
and petals and hue.
I forgot your smell.
Couldn't keep it stowed away in a corner like the picture you gave me.
my sleep is labored
an exercise in control that I don't leap out and grab you
floating about like you do.
How do I talk to you again?

huemer

What tastes of coal
leaves my lips so dry
coarse across my brain stem
black as a soul.