Leftovers are fading
Dust covers dust comes apart
Some fade, some left over, some leftovers fade
My exhale scatter leftovers
Your fossil fades

Your bones in my hands make my hands feel your spine
I planted it
Yesterday
When your dick grew
Innocently overacted
Your sperms went into water, your body splashed
Sand keeps whispering: “Don’t blow his ash”

-Let’s fade