death is ready

i am soft skin exposing breath. i am soft hair resembling breath. i am grasping. at meaning. shooting my mouth in your direction. aching thought. regret a passing line. distance ever present. truth ready red blinking light. desire not in dire need of release but most certainly needing faith. for your mouth. a close second. in this race. has discovered the meaning. of water waiting steady. of death that brings me all that is ready.

once.

i want to know where the storms go. when despondency sets in. when after effects quit rolling in. when my skin, which resembles your face...begins again. what wounds have found homes in this? what words have sunk in? what regret has found meaning in death. i walk in soft sequence. i laugh in afterthought. i give again and again and again. of myself. where within. you were once.