"let me get in there"

the inside of my mouth tastes like metal.
i know i smell like you do

when you're fearing.
i turn up a wolf's nose
at your pale frown
and shaky staining palms, but the grief

pooling under your face
bones is the loneliness that i ultimately run to
and then return from
     knowing
we can devour each other
with a kindness foreign to animals.