Cornered in a Pyramid Scheme.

Hold me in your breast,
which breathes with the ground.
It fluctuates with my indecisiveness
and punctuates my death sentence.

I’ve flown myself to Riker’s Island
in hopes of trapping some of this
sincerity you have shown.
Still, your eyes flutter
like a humming bird caught in the wind.
Snipping at my cowardice,

in hopes of striking oil.
But you are not some,
get rich quick scheme that permeates
my existence.  You are an elaborate
family business that grows
with each dying child.

As your hair floats in a river
of air, lend me your lips
nestle this contagious affection
in that tiny crevace you have
stowed away inside your heart.