You are the frailest flower in the yard
Drinking pills with a plastic glass of stale water.
You are draped like the frosted twinkles of Christmas that dot the street outside our dark and quiet home
Melting away in the lightest touch of dandruff snow
Ethereal and bruised.
I share myself with you, but through a pane of early twilight
Tender shaking smile
I would take you in my arms but for fear that yours would snap;
That you would collapse in my embrace.
And they say:
‘In sickness and in health
Till death do us part.’
And sometimes when the sun has set
In that deepest silent night
I dream a putrid secret thought:
What if I crushed your lips to mine
To share just one last loving kiss?
I’d open wide to taste the tears.
One last kiss;
One touch of love.
Then you would break
Instead of me.