treble-clef lightning

with water in my eyes i

see the drier air and feel

the green skies. you are my angel

in abstinence and when we are

proclaimed under these

falling apart stars the interrupted

ghosts will be demised.

we will stubbornly stalk each

other’s memories and forget how

we fell into the aparts’ abyss;

a treble-clef lightning in

our broken together

eyes.

autumn cries and tree tea eyes

pastry skies and chandelier

vines; silver history became

meaningful with pregnant verbal

abuse. i am tortured by your

curly smile and your tree tea

eyes. we are burnt skin avoiding

a proper iambic pentameter.

i am dead to your underground

and on bended knee i am every

unfinished. the very same place

where autumn cries begun to seep us

in their sleeping beauty;

every morning you arrive

and i disappear.