“I Almost Died to the Fight of You”
I wanted to walk alone
through mousetraps
to get my teeth wet
and furred feet
to suck the skin off my body
and kiss in the shadows of angel wings
I’m in heaven for there is no trouble
or hummingbird wings mumbling
and through darkness
we’ve all wept
on smoothed gravestones
swept lonely
I cower in leeches
and all the seas of black and blues
to die in the thought of you.
nicholauspatnaude 