The body is strong, the mind is what's weak

I don't know what I've done to you, but above
the whispers and sighs of

twanging heart and plangent veins

my chest is riddled with scars of passion.

How often have the marrow and bone been eaten away
distraught with petty betrayals.

I've lived with the lies behind bronze eyes,

starved with my own greed.

skin sensations

fingertips and lips

my hearts as hot as your skin

a fire inside but it's scorching good sense.

Tell me the weakness in evading good bye