I Am Nothing, Leaning Towards a Thing

﷯﷯ ﷯﷯Sometimes the Winter does not the Summer make.﷯﷯ ﷯﷯Sometimes the Winter is only take and take And Take.﷯﷯ ﷯﷯Much like﷯﷯ ﷯﷯My Quiet kissing dead slept Kat.﷯﷯ ﷯﷯{Yes}  His Looks﷯﷯ ﷯﷯{As well} had a voice, ﷯﷯ ﷯﷯once…﷯﷯ ﷯﷯{ Ice melting in Cranberry, Lime and Juice. }﷯﷯ ﷯﷯But much like﷯﷯ ﷯﷯The shade cries, to Love the Sun, ﷯﷯ ﷯﷯Oh, diocese of tension﷯﷯ ﷯﷯I’m down to my Skin at last.﷯﷯ ﷯﷯Please… Please﷯﷯ ﷯﷯Rock me to sleep, the weather’s wrong,﷯﷯ ﷯﷯I’ve nothing left to give to you﷯﷯ ﷯﷯But Nails and Teeth,﷯﷯ ﷯﷯Tongue and Eyes﷯﷯ ﷯﷯And still He continues,﷯﷯ ﷯﷯All bounce and sway, along﷯﷯ ﷯﷯Till Crouching, Crunching, softest tender-est Noise.﷯﷯ ﷯﷯The Midnight of Me descends….﷯﷯ ﷯﷯Setting much quicker than he might of Enjoyed.﷯﷯ ﷯﷯My Dear, Twittered Dove,﷯﷯ ﷯﷯This Will { is }﷯﷯ ﷯﷯Goodnight﷯﷯ ﷯﷯And Die.﷯﷯ ﷯﷯Voice of My Shoulder…﷯﷯ ﷯﷯Voice of long Past Sins.﷯﷯ ﷯﷯Was it Dust that I was Kissing?﷯﷯ ﷯﷯Dreamed and Instant, Ghost of Voices lost and fire?﷯﷯ ﷯﷯Do all Beginnings start without Shade?﷯﷯ ﷯﷯Tell me… Answer, sweet and Quick…﷯﷯ ﷯﷯Close region of kissing final Dust…﷯﷯ ﷯﷯…﷯﷯ ﷯﷯Just what was your Wish…﷯﷯ ﷯﷯Other than Sand, burning,﷯﷯ ﷯﷯Beneath my Eyelids.﷯﷯ ﷯﷯…﷯﷯ ﷯﷯-Cut.-﷯﷯ ﷯﷯This Scene﷯﷯ ﷯﷯Is End.﷯﷯ ﷯﷯﷯﷯﷯﷯-thend-﷯﷯ ﷯﷯﷯﷯﷯﷯﷯﷯﷯﷯﷯﷯﷯﷯