creation pt. mine

caving in
a bitter explode
to ask and to
know
is a burn and
a bang.
all alone
in itself.
my ribs
my spine
my fingers
brush the
hairs
of the world
in true
excuse.
...
but or
if
and on
butter
if
and cut
hold me
up
like
water
or hands
or
a word.
just one to
bide my life
another moment.
...
all of the sudden
and out of the blue
a thought of me
has melted to you
all but danger
to nothing but me
turned to life
to yellow
and green.
and just like that
my hurtfuls and
separates
n o t h i n g
cold and warm
and pretty
and yes
nest of tinder
for tenderness
to burn this winter