With Your Devil Hands

Told you to meet me on a roof because I wanted to see you in the
air. I never knew you were sky. Teach me how to be so many colors
in twenty-two hours and the last two: how to enter dreams. Give me
your gaze. Go ahead, Give me the bullet. Fuck the rope. I miss my
home. I miss my shape. All form, it’s preposterous. I know we are
more. I know I am dead. You pretend that you’re sure Trying to kiss
my lips With your heart still in jail. We’ve been so close it’s
evil. Meanwhile I am left to feel alone forced to watch you
Splitting stars for fun. With your devil hands.