Shame coats your mouth

Leaves you dry

Pale open eyes

Throw you backwards

Reach toward a flame

That ignores you

Press till you burst

Then weigh the return

See it turning

Feel no movement

Sightless yearning

False improvement

Vague streams of blue

Move right through me

Hoard the air in hopes

To be included (allow me into)

Scathingly cradled

I know better

The stillness of youth

To be regathered