Kapit

divert them
my eyes have nothing to give you

I have learned to cry at the creases of my palm
where inexhaustible blisters lie
beside each cold, demeaning droplet

where each encapsulation is a shadow commencing
an eclipse of the lukewarm embrace
between my hand and yours

allow me to indulge and bask in my sanctuary
regardless that insanity dictates much
as my fingers grasp onto an empty reality

spare me my false hopes in madness
before this thinning strand of sugar dissolves
steadily
in time's passing
and melts away

into the nothingness
that it was in the first place