Under My Skin by Peter Bradley Adams

nullah

letting go, i watch you
crawl

under my skin, facing time

like   it's made of steel,
spinning

smoke lines down
like snakes

and

i feel the shrouds of   your skin curl
around

my neck, like

birds with fingers     and
i wish you

hadn't come.
it gets hot out    here
in the summer.

i hold

your reptilian gaze
scaly, slow,    i hold it down          

and

i
listen

to the steady sound   of
your

hissing laugh,   like a heat lamp...