radio silence

can’t be the end

the bristles of ur face

can’t be alien speak to me

the curve of your nail bed

can’t be something I dig from imagination

the soft soles of your feet

can’t be a figment of my desires

the mutilation of your lips

can’t be the last time I see you murder

the depth of your ear lobe

can’t be the last time a crevice I explore

radio silence

can’t be the end