under my terms your
polish
eyes are hidden tornados
and
unconceived hurts. streaming wells
in a steal cage unable to
breathe
solidify our
unintentional organs.
soft dreaming chests are antiqued
with
blood and spring awaited
tree leaves.
i needed to leave these
walls
to fall in love with the
blanks once
again. wooden logs spread
velvety across her black
quilted
hair. his words are a
blur and vague
wrinkled palms still hold
my
knowledge heartbeats.
