vintage
moon eyes and
the
ancient ravishing jade
will
not even hold me below this
down.
leaping
forward we break our
air
just to breathe in cement
walls.
treason skins falling apart
and
towards the same saturday skies.
i
am aged in your hands and i am
fairy
tailed in your closed eyes.
vintage moon eyes.
i
have rolled around in your
regrets
and built mannequins
in
your backwards. it was
written
on her and we read
what
we never before saw.
