Pale white skin
stretched over your bones,
some distant result
of perfect artistry,
enduring by virtue
of perfect design.
Unattainable
like the second hand smoke
that swells and spins around your lips
so I skate, drink and destroy
dangle me feet over bridges
and climb fire escapes
to write love notes
in spray paint
blacks and blues, and yellows too
hoping that maybe you will see them
and could only assume
it was done for you.
