Skin of silk laced with burning ashes teasing skin of silk laced with thorns tearing twisting into hearts breathing into another frigid silence of a thousand words spilling frigid silence spilling breathless gasping with the bliss eating into us again feeling so much again so numb again unevenly gripping evenly pulling still twisting not feeling from the silence were feeding ashes are teasing thorns are tearing the pigments are fading frigid silence spilling withering cocoon left hanging