letters confined to your broken elbows.

I am resting here,
steaming wrinkles into my hair
with the clink of my boney wrists,
and my lethargic heart
is sprinting toward the holy grail containing your exalted soul.
but it is now only filled with velvet toxins.

So now my hard earned ribs are releasing their yellow canaries,
and it seems as though a weight has been lifted from my shoulders.
I can finally breathe without difficulty or commiseration.

and here, a flower bed of benedictions is engulfing me,
and I am choking on my emaciated suffrage of yester-years to come.

just let me ricochet into the gleaming pools of your blessful eyes,
and I promise. I will be all right.
Just let me immerse my fustian heart
into the cavernous bellows of your stomach.
And I promise. everything will be Okay.
just you wait.