Shrapnel

Sore heart feels too

much of the mind's restless  

wrestling

stopped in thought

lost to now

trapped in lust

for a door. 

 

Open to me

take pity and cave

an inch for my skin.

 

If she can just

feel me

for an inch of time

this itch

 

take pity and crack

a sliver of air

would free her

scent to me. 

 

Stand with me

in this place of existence. 

pinch to feel

glance of shadows

I exist and so do you

if only in this moment  

of shrapnel.