din

this is where
    yousayokay i 
                 eat 
            the   sky
    play twister
    , lap at
crash        blood
      whispers
snow           upon the air
sighsitstirs into your hair
to   sky     scolds;
falls into my heart and traps
      in breath
    seconds  stay
         meets
          betwe 
               en 
                  the ribs in
razor run over like teeth
    amongst the drifts
         soak up the
colors of         the ribs a
    space between
            and breathe