random poetry

[diemydarlingx]

Our fingers are intertwined
while the skin on your hands is thin
I can feel your bony knuckles
and the blood that is rushing to your fingertips
pulse harder and harder as I tighten my grip.
Hopefully you can sense my heart as it beats
through my ribs
completely melting,
and sluicing down the front of my chest.
This imagery is nothing
compared to how bare I feel when your gone.