ten thousand weeks of weakness

• circular bones
  

aching

• spells spells spells
  

of fainting.

• tangled curls in mass
  

of sun 

of unruly

youth

touching my

spine.

• Is my body too weak
  

for love?

• my mind gets cloudy 
  

as I write you

broken love notes

in  a mixed up language

• with my scent
  

lingering 

inside your mailbox

• inside your pocket
  

by your ribs

nite by nite.