Spirit Lamp Cloister Time 2017 Issue 19 | Page 11

BLEED Waiting behind your thigh, I whisper soft words down your ear. Smooth skin creased in a tight pinch, You reply with a stiff neck. Street lights peer through dark curtains. Your head inches up my outstretched arm. I can see your stare, Through my closed eyes. Silent words weigh on my heavy spine. A young couple drowning in the sound Of their own breathing. Tired like a wet match. 10