I want your echoes in my breath,
tunneling into my mouth
your memory seeping out of you
unconsciously
with each word
in relation to the next.
I will spoon feed you
ambiguity
if you like
and let you decompose my skin
from the humidity in your eyes.
Do you hear me?
I will fall
off the wrong bridge
and pronounce my name backwards
in mirrored likeness
to your own mouth
to try to be closer to you.