Saturday, 28 February 2015

bridged heart

he told me to go
and close my eyes
he told me to go and dream with
my eyes closed. i told him i warned
him i decapitated my truth for him;
we deformed our nights.
that let me stay awake;
i am dreaming in your palms
awake.
i am a contradiction i am a clash
with your twig eyes and
hemmingway breathes.
withering higher in capsules
of our demon truths,
my nightmares fade with
your permanent
metal; bridged heart

to my soul.

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...