silk windows

catch my fall and watch as

i fail to release my air;

distance never pleases me.

lectican mornings capped with

forgotten tears and all i ever

 saw was the black; all i ever see

is empty. spiralled frustrations 

delegate my stapled eyes and

torn- apart magic figures me

away. we are altered in ways

that define our deformities and

pressed on to silk windows we

are an abstract us with more

than light.

 

storm

let the rain catch our deformed

strands of love while we anticipate

longer waits. we waited long

enough so let's not wait anymore;

we waited for nothing.

let's run in our open clouds and dance

atop their morning rained on beads;

drifting and alone the pearls are

rolling free. where i and you miss

the rain, that is where the rainbow

feeds off us. this is where i will lay 

down our lies of us and awake

the storms of our real.