Fallingsky

We are tormented against
Tonight and all I am becomes
Dark hidden pulp from this
Cured intuition.
When we breakup the steel
Noise the waters' window glance
Will multiply evenly through
This forbidden silence.

And your spring followed
Me into this wilderness
Anecdote; i fell in love
Inside you.
Years of patience and
Time is nothing compared
To this white freedom song.
Pillars dancing creating
Us into lonely wisdom.
so drag me through your
Spring So that I may
Summer us perpendicular
In altered reaches to our
New skies falling.

Once

I once had great expectations
For you and decided to
Clean out our poetic
Lava from it's core.
Birthing your aroma and
Slitting my wrists
With cotton heartbeats.
I read you many times
On my skin before and
I will calm you again.
You will defeat my purpose
And stand still upon our
Darkened hiccup;
We only met once.
Without spaces you
Collide into me and
Unto my surface smiles.
Open hearts and master
Shades of frequent purples
Are crying happy hearts.
Our shadow is seamless
With invincible tears;
Would we notice if the
Snow was growing rather
Than falling?

Psalms of palms

Desuetude overfilling the
Broad sights of us and our
Vague hands.
I am cryptic and in your
Morning delusions.
I am delayed in your sudden
Misspelled march towards us.
Who i am to you means
More than your silver
Fed fortune; who i am
Will now be who you are.
My behavior is subdued
In our sunset cramp
And opal blood pours
Through our grounded
Palms.  Because i can hold
Your pain and the wires
Will only strengthen our
Missing parts. Parts to
Whole tears. Dried intuition
Mustard happiness
And solitude forgiveness.

Walking Together

Dry eyes are ghosts of my
Needing past.
I am liberated in this kneeling
Pain and the subconscious is
Filtering our morphine lies.
I am harassed by your clipped off
Hallucinate Collars and vacant lies
Have drained by my morning
moon.
Lately your retro skin has
Dulled against our morbid
Reality. Wreathes of open grass
Diagnose our skies with
Crying dreams; I am awake.
You appear in vague limbs
And move desperately across
Our beings. We have become
nothing
Around us and everything
Inside us.
In moderation; his head
Eloped out of our Country
And into his rounded
Fakes. Our unemployed
Heartbeats are contained
Beneath us and we are all
Portraits of the same writer.
I am your
Words of different pages.
Bleed into me
And watch these wrong
Beats become invisible
Clouds. Where all my right
Feathers are aligned;
Me fevering with the end
Of me and the new of us.