Goldfinch

I will love you until

the final grasp of my fingers

On the corners of this bed 

We call earth. 

until the silt leaves this  marrow,

And like our chilly breath 

Settling on the corners of this window pane,

You sit like a Goldfinch,

Eating away at my hands, 

Slowing devouring my veins in a single slurp of your soul, 

Sitting inside mine

(much apologizes for the absurdity of this poem. I like some of it. I'm very, very much trying to get back into writing after a year of 2 blog posts, this upsets me.)