will you drink of me,
as i drink of you?
will you lift that cup,
press it, lightly, against those lips,
and let me course through your veins?
i feel thinner now,
so thin, you could walk through me,
disperse me.
you could breathe on me,
and my smoky, emptiness would diffuse into everything.
will you drink of me?
will you breathe?
please.


bleah. don't you hate it when all you can do is retch?