break my body, hold my bones

you can’t break me

i bend

seven stories have led me to yours

the one without

a beginning

middle

or end

my canvas is skin

stretched across bone

there i have painted your image

as close as i can get it

it helps me remember to forget

the distance

the longing

the ways that i don’t know you

and the ways that i do

somehow i do

beyond any reasonable conception

i know your heart

and the secrets it keeps

sometimes even from you

i have tasted your color palate

the ink you use

to dye your songs into the fabric of man

i am nourished by the gasoline which burns to make your engine scream

i want to step inside you

to grip the wheel and drive all night

until there is only smoke

and light

and sleep