Apart and we are smiling from
Behind. Just wait till the tide senses
That the ocean below us was lying.
People don't notice in the rain;
Karofed tunnels and broken
Smiles. But I am freedom tears
In thunder and the cloudy disasters
Comfort my whole.
He watches my throat and I dream
his dreaming.
subtle greys will laugh at our
dance but we will kinder each
other and flee the bass beat song .
Hate in your eyes and carpel Grenades
Allude to the soft girraphe laugh.
It's tall suede neck will beckon
The dead sea and we will break the
Withering storms with our
Mishtief glass eyes.
Of All the eyes;
Black eyes were the kindest
we cramped our summer
into light hearted eyes and fingered
obedience to mundane the throats.
i find myself closing my eyes and
counting aimless fonts of lines in my
darkness; i'm weary of the new skies.
your raised happiness stabilizes the
dissipating cast.
reread worlds and words of swollen tears.
hearts break less when we are parted
by waves and veins.
you're butterfly wings have become
me and my wooden hand succumbs
to it's glorified.
massacre lovers ; the skin and
your touching.
we are depending on us
to bleed out science. we can cut
the serenade of white curtains un-tethered
and unable to blink through it’s mourning eyes.
walking along the cement shore
this jungle skin makes me change
lines and words and breathes.
i am a lioness in bars with
feathered arms and a
lonely will to breathe you in.
we come sideways to the same music
and our senses declare peace to
each other’s garden of ether.
dreams calibre in storms of
black metal eyes;
we are delinquent soul mates
awaiting the ocean tide’s
nameless arms.
