Wednesday, 25 February 2015

damp fingertips

i defended your honor and
your blacks were turned against
us. swelling in your concrete
soundtrack i am forced to reconsider
the polite strokes this page veins
with; damp fingertips.
dance with my neglect
and make peace with my obsession.
remember my notes and undo
your frequency recultured
beneathes. i played literature;
i am your stapled steal calm
arms wrapped around our

silver soul.


granted avalanche

when we arrived  the amulet was damaged and  broke the moments erased. the moment you get out of that. it has left our warped feeling of wha...