The Moans and Our Grinding Bones

As I thought it, I said what I meant and

I invented a common connection for us.

The direction's a plus but what really got

me was the affection and lust.

I fell for the moans and our grinding bones.

They're weak and worn, nearly to dust.

Like a bird, I absorb the sky, turning

blue like I can't breathe.

You're caught in my throat with no need.

Just to be there. Just to be there.

Just to know you still matter, forcefully.