Your hands, greedy and persistant
Are clever beyond their years
One minute running across my skin
And the next digging and gripping
Claiming a gnarled clump of flesh as their own
I try to breathe, try to stay shallow
But you are far too much to handle
I dont understand...
To embrace my skinless bones in your arms
To devour everything that i am
To take pleasure in this
Time and time again...
I question my allegiance to conciousness
I need to stand boldly again
Acknowledge my bias for your astounding grace
And feed it right back to you
You...a vulture waiting for my final collapse
Maybe your wings have room enough for me