Lingering in the void between time and space
I fight to recover my composure
Like yellow leaves that drift away
Just to die in the Fall

Your force stings like a bed of silver needles
That holds no pressure back
When they pierce my milky flesh

I wish that I had the powers you do
For if I did I would void all time
And live in this moment forever

I feel you as if you were within me
Filling me slowly with a sacred venom
That will kill me softly with every blood cell it indulges

I speak in fragments
Trying to form a sentence
Or at least state your name out loud
But my throat is full of pumis
And I gag trying to scream and swallow

I dream to tell you of my everlasting love
But the knife I was using to carve our names into this tree
Has veered its course
And plunged into my veins

If only I could hang your picture
Without the frame shattering into noxious shards
That bite me like tiny ants
But so poisonous, I bleed

I wanted you to think I hung the moon
But I never got any farther than making the lasso
To hang it up in the sky
When I realized that it wasn’t a lasso and it wasn’t the moon
It was a noose around my neck