Anatomical

I want to bathe, bleed, become your words
without coming on too strong
or climbing into a pot of water you're about to boil
I've been set on fire
enough times
to know that you lose conciousness before it gets hottest.

I'm not scared of breaking bones
but I need my joints to stay in tact so they can heal this time
I cant lose
the small quantities of myself
that I've gathered alone
as blood thickens
and I can't wade through spinelessly
or sleeplessly
as nights fed that blur that meant something to me once
and I lived
with the hope of focussing it.