She wants to pick apart

the seams keeping his

bones together and

crawl between his ribs and

settle against the beating

of his heart and

fall asleep listening to

his lungs inhaling fog and

feel her toes brush against

his fibula and

sigh as his chuckles

rumble in her spine.

She wants to gloss her lips

in his red cells and powder her

cheeks with the white cells.

She wants his membrane to

create a thin layer around

her cerebellum and protect

her from the outside. She

will be safe and guarded

twenty-four seven inside

his intestines. She wants

his heartbeat to be her

new soundtrack and

his laughter to be the

thing that sparks infinity

in her mind.

She opens her pupils and

spots him gallivanting with

his companions a mere

fifteen steps from her. She

sighs, saddened it no

longer rings like when

she was curled up beside his

collar bone, and continues

on her way, balancing on

the tight rope she had created

for herself. He waves and she

nearly collapses from her string,

surprised he spotted her. Then

he's gone and she's left

with an empty thumping

in her heart that keeps her

conscious the rest of the evening.