say it right

your name is a
wish and it slips
off my tounge
like i slip off
the edge
(a little too often)

you peel the ghosts
off my skin and breathe
into my frozen lungs
soft hands unraveling
loose threads and
leaving me in
nothing but my bones

i'd let you in any
day, but only into
my bed because
that's as far as
anyone goes