i have listened to your gems hidden between
your subtle lashes and lowering our heads
now will never fall apart. disappointed trees
drowning in forgotten ethereal limbs while
we sit and stare at this broken bricked clock.
i can track your resentment and treat your
gold with fairy dusted psalms; i will read to
you slow and listen to you strong.
around my wrists dry moisture of what was before
the smearing of ashes spread across your sky
i am deliberate in these words and i have forgotten
how to be subtle in your vacant
eyes; remembering our canvas
on oil and knuckle sand.
started creating paperback tears out of idle pen hands, and look where it took us. i've encountered space between us but I've blur...
