Osmosis

Saw you last week

tyres rolling through 

the pharmacy of youth

I see your mitigation isn't working too well

Thought years would change

the birthmarks of hope

but you taste the same:

Tight face, hot lips

Blue fingers under sheets of decay,

Touch and blow

Feel and come alive

Thoughts bubbling under

the carapace of integrity,

devotion, loyalty, and yet,

if loyalty exists, tell me why

I can't forget your teeth on my ears

And why the osmosis of pain 

strokes me like your fingers-

soft in the dark