I'll tell you everything I want to hear

I'll string it around you, in little vines

Twisting around your throat,

Cascading

To your toes,

and falling

Around your feet

in little piles.

I'll pull it light,

Release when you

Relent

Gentle convulsions

to the natural pressures

Of our skin.

A deafening rustle

Your land-locked ankles

Buckling and churning

Distress, sadness

In your dim eyes

A Frenzy of greens

and red

tearing,

Shredding,

The Impossible

Massacre

muttering to myself

amidst your shrieks and convulsions

I have traveled time!

The healthy vines

of summer

Now a deep, mysterious

Auburn

I turn away and listen

As time passes quickly through

You're skin