falling face-first from the expressionless sky above your freckled skin, looking down into my doom.
 your body is the open window, ten stories high, through which i throw myself.
 gleaming bone-white, the ghost of your face
 rises up to greet me [bad word] up to meet me [bad word] in to eat me
 my insides are pulverised
 by the smooth curves of your lips
 your hips
 your [bad word]  like concrete, cement, steel-reinforced and unyielding.
 i dream about the touch of your skin against mine
 smashing the life right out of my lungs
 as they collapse from the impact
 that never happened
 i wish for it
 i wait for it