saying things

an exhale white as the corners of her knifing eyes
lingered here
she can smell the sin in the air
i
mention to myself
smoky warm breath still floating from her lips
ghost of a sinking ship i kiss
it moves inside of me i
fantasize of the young pink of her lung
wrapped around my fetal frame
it sits there
visible spirit
danging as pearls
not because it is so damn cold
not because of that