from what we saw, we
entered
the realm of us in fair
emotions
with rugged walls.
shaved off lights are coming at us strong;
shaved off lights are coming at us strong;
heavy distances with
acrobatic
skins kissing on metal
shelves.
blackened sacrament
twisted off
with dreams of laying
awake on
your fear. we cramp
outside
us and consider the rain
when
we lie.
vinyl records memorized
by
charcoal’s painted
inspiration.
i am serving your dark
studies
with my museum secrets.
i become defend by your
opaque silence; it is
numbing me
into a forbidden
tomorrow.
words are my soulmate and
i will, i will never let him
go.
words will mean
everything once
you disappear into the
deepest
blue of loss. we will
wander
and be forgotten; all the
more
reason to live.