holding your breath in space
Michael D. Goscinski
syringe
lover
two sides
same coin
skeleton fingers
skeleton toes
calls to you
patches
of light
forbidden
pleasure
an ellipsis
of heart
static flux
of brain
a voice
calling to
the gods
forearm
constellations
slithering
into space
holding breath
trapped
without air
a foam saliva
froths and drips
touching
a lonely cold
skin suit
never
reentering
the atmosphere