the last piece 

beneath your skin 
between the ribs 
scratching along the hollow- 
ness of each bone 
rising with the pumping 
thrust of your heart 
wailing against chambers 
long since closed from years 
of corrosive tears 

feel me 
     see me 
breathe me 
for you are 
me and i 

i have shredded 
 the day 
glued the puzzle of 
night together and 
thrown myself across 
the last piece 
...for you 
fit me 


Nov.25, 2002 
(c)Snow