will you know me when you find me?
chewing through the ropes
and picking over the bones.
an epiphany -
the way out might be the only way in.
the mouth moves,
but you've got to want what you're asking for,
so kiss me
through my smile
and relearn all the ways to speak without words.
wrists hold tight to the memory of lips
and your morning eyes
lit by a slice of too bright light
don't look away.