Lovely,
I’ve stolen you from thoughts
And steeled you
And felt you into a plaster mold
Because I felt the need.
Once you noticed,
You bent sticks onto you arms,
With your eyes closed,
And even after apologizing,
You continued with a straight tall
Beech.
With the aide of your teeth,
You tore the bark right from
Its white blood from the depths
While I forgot to breathe.
We can take turns,
I suppose.
Submerged beneath of the water

Of this damn atmosphere.