yield in a reflection

you induct me

and i am

awash in your

pull

.

drawn to

this heat that

bores into my

core

.

you know where the colours bleed and

learn to know

which

become a mere

bruising

.

and the

howls living echoing

.

[rapid rhythmic ricochets]

.

you'll quiver too as

fingertips fly

across deserts of

.

lips

.

is this what it is to

.

be

is this what you painted it

to be