I could drown in eyes like that

So much so I have to look away or be lost 

You’re forbidden.

Sucking in the stale air of another

The stale breath of fidelity , another,

Day of loose thinking, uncontrolled thinking,

Who cares about thinking, for the birds,

Is what you would say.

Trembling in the gore of your inflamed lungs

Pink, black, fresh and pretty lungs that you think

Too much about.