Photography by Stephen Palke
Model: Brandy Rohz
and I've become too cowardly to say if it's yours or if it's mine.
Inebriated whispers lay dormant at your neck, ears and hips
you kiss them good-bye as they each fall from your lips.
I try to catch them in my hands before they hit the ground
they trickle through my fingers just to lay unfound.
Our skin pales and sinks tight against our bones
as we carry on with this dance and each joint bends and moans.
To keep time we're stepping on footprints so delicately placed
with my arms around your neck, and yours around my waist.
Tonight our bodies will gracefully collide
prematurely soaked in a sweet formaldehyde.