It Was Pink

 

It Was Pink

let’s do what we can to fuck up the furniture, I want you.
your warm room
I feel so awful

my hands on your chest and your back
pushing in
those vital organs
waves of tiny movements
from your heart and lungs
swim into my palms
as I create pressure
slowly compacting you into a diamond

your sweet face
your precious soul
your childlike smile

you have made an impression upon me
like a boot into snow
the hole grows deeper, wider

as the snow that surrounds pulls away