Flicker

Arms like assault of the sex Push some lies beneath skin Pacify with some lines in a whim Four years and my hair has receded into flesh and stretched into styles upon head Twisted into intricacies intertwined intimately Things our fingers never had Four years and I've grown in report and stature But we dunce Sinking into small holes we've warned others of Sitting, writing, thinking, dwindling into far away disconnected spaces But I build towers in your name Pay homage to your manhood With nothing of mine to claim Can't imagine saying yes When there's all this bitterness under breath And you and your closed invitations and filled up promises give me air I haven't quite learned how to inhale without sucking up the particles that would lead me to choke on the small uncomfortable details of you There are times I'm so sure But those times are too few