if i asked


you to lie
in shallow breath
for no other
reason

then to expose
my thoughts
feelings
by touch
like a feathered friend
in ashen sky

would you lie
without
ragged breath
nor
burrowed eyes
of a predator


allow muddy hands
to knead lumps
of regret
and strung out
emotional addictions
like grandma use to
while making bread


and you ask


nothing


just shiver
from the excitement
of getting to know
me

unmasked
as mother theresas tears
and a four shot espresso
spiked sullen


is the whispered breath
on the back of your ear
warm as milk
in the sunshine
of who i am


or


are you
but a figment
of imagination
panned on the skyline
of a hope
twisted
on licorice lips