Less Than Three

it’s like a spark that spreads
to trace across the bloom
to descend the stem
then consume the roots

it started off so small
like a flame confused
a kiss upon a bench
unsure of what to do

to find where the flame ends
i follow tangled roots
to find the flame in me
traces back to you


thank you for the silence
one that leaves me splintered
a silence that seems stolen
gold like the warmest winter

i won’t try to hide it
that which makes me thinner
i want to starve inside it
a model to a mirror

it holds the coldest glow
the air itself gets thinner
and i would gladly drown
if your quiet were a river