some days...

I know you I sketched you out on those bones,
I left you by the winter limbs and frozen dogs.
I taste you. You are below every cigarette i drink,
Every opportunity I skip for sleep to escape to dreams.

You can follow by a couple of yards but don't walk with me, I am still not sold.
You can sleep on the bed I set, but don't be there in the morning to kiss my toes.

I know you as the daunting aurora floating just behind my back,
You whisper creative things and that's all the good you can to give me.

Silent, why do you pin my tongue and turn my smile muscles into soaked clothes?
You've led me from a girl and now I'm sitting wondering when will my sore throat go away?