i think of the lips i’ve kissed

mist thickens swirling in my mouth and nose and i wonder where to begin with this saga that has filled and expanded within me

fragments of whispers gather underneath my fingernails and i can’t scrape them out can’t bring them to the forefront of my memory but i feel them there collecting dust chipping away

scraping 

how quickly days pass into weeks and months and how quickly the shivers pass through my body like droplets of water evaporating in the heat of your gaze that radiates uncertainty and an unwillingness to touch you are paint cracking and fading with only weak reassurances that the colors will stay clinging to the walls

like i cling to you