Head spinning in kaleidoscopic daydreams,
I turn and I turn.
Your tongue traces lines across my skin,
pirouettes and flicks.
I moan the only song we'll ever know.

Needlepoint nails on your bony fingers
scratch against scars,
plays sadness and despair.
Sounds amplify in hollow chest,
echoes in the chambers of my beating heart.

Dance to the record of my broken body.
For tomorrow - just crackles and
silence.

do me a favor and be sure to tell her that i was the first person who took your breath away and the only one who reminded you how to breathe also might as well tell her that you still love me and you keep my heart in your jacket pocket near your cigarettes because you still aren't sure which one you you're addicted to.