feelers feel

feelers..
feeling...
cold rose stem,
no blossoms,
no french kisses in the rain,
just wet feet walking in puddles,
muddy feet,
skin tied tightly to the bones.
ribs pull through,
my heart sinks and sinks,
submerged lines, and verses.
someones sticking
their head in a lake
bobbing for hearts,
and all they can pull up
is toe nail clippings, and lost hair.
skin clings to
their stance,
will not budge,
will not fly away from me.
The legs touch,
the hands touch,
no eyes to see,
feelers...
feeling...
the tightly laced skin,
the knee high boots,
the muck of the ocean floor.
dangling seaweed in your hair,
feelers...
feel...
the real you crusting
and rusting in salt.
see her hands reach,
feeling...
The three parts of my body,
smooth surface
and wings.
Your face is gray,
and your skin holds
tightly to
your frame.

Feelers
feeling something sensational
yet cold and coarse.
feelers feeling
the gray statues
in the graves.