strangle jungle,
sucking me up and out,
all over and undone,
tried a of clasp,
a scrap of yesterday,
green between
under and throughout,
this dense thick that I breathe
trying to find up,
to find daylight,
but its all too heaped and assunder
with words unsaid,
and touches retracted
glances given, and then taken,
sleep is for the dark.