Of your hands
The cold crystal particles
Molecules of water
I want you to see through me
See through to my stem,
my inner
Translucent like lace or a lake of water
Or the slow thin hope
Slowly bleeding from the middle of our hands
I fear my life is a bathroomfloor
And i'm laying immovable
Drenched in water
Dripping and bleeding into the sink
Melting away, like silk
