exchanges

swollen lips drip acid,
trembling with syllables
meant to be said
but scattered too far in
that soporific brain...

an organ donated
to an ungrateful wretch,
never fully reciprocated,
never fully earned.

strings of saliva
dampen the lines
which separate us always,
evermore remain.

temple to temple,
ear to ear,
always
too scared to share,
too much to bear.

icicles growing gradually
threaten to break the mold,
ingrained in me forever,
yet already far too old.