Saturday, 13 April 2013

Buried

I am Vague in a
Suddenly world.
Foreign distractions are
Confident in this torn
Skin and I am proud to
Be your disaster.
I am skinned to be in your
Arms. I am nerved to be
Swimming freedom in
All my wreckage.
I am complicated
In your darker songs and
Ive turned invisible
Against these painful
Black pores.
I have turned against our
Us because I am  buried
In us.

preferred idle eyes

started creating paperback  tears out of idle pen hands,  and look where it took us. i've encountered space between us but I've blur...