Winter: Subtitles
When I run
out of words, I think
to myself
that, I need a taste of you-
Just to get
a small idea, of what
all the other boys
talk about.
Especially,
when your back
is turned.
Can you feel,
their stabs? Stretching
your guts across
the bed. Velvet,
beautiful and dead.
Can you feel,
their teeth? Nibbling
your flesh from
the bones. Paper white,
thin and alone.
I bet it feels,
like love.
