i never feel close enough
to stick my tongue out
catch a falling snow crystal on the tip
and melt in my mouth.
taking so long to seep through me
blood becoming ice water
bleaching my body, sold to the lowest of low,
the only one who can still sing
to lonely ears
spinning through every empty space
created by simplicity of thought.

How can you price the stars
as they spin through mental exploration
blurred eyes stinging with any reaction
to bright lights crashing down
from nowhere near that i can see.
Only one remains through the storm
that i can no longer feel on my skin.

dripping wet through the fingertips that graze the floor,
heat escapes me.