blank and licking streaky beads from window pains at midnight screaming across
from sticky soundless fingertips and bed dreams with damp sheets for eyelids.
shining under dilated foaming pupils our superposable faces like two way mirrors
and tingling cheeks. tingling on the inside as you push inside. smile. dark,
reading those euphonious words, and maybe brushing back brown hair..
i dont remember the color. maybe staring into your dark brown and deep gazes.
maybe staring back from flashback kisses. sympathy for road trip glitches,
jealousy for sunset gasoline burns. and tossing when we sleep.
tossing in the touches. connecting to the-failing falter.
retrieving bitter bits of night in my eyes. fading from reminded lost cracks,
chips in the moon. yearning for dizzy replay, switch names.
holding hands in public.disposing the moments. maladjusted to falling under a second song.
elicited that hole in deeper thoughts when lights are off and lines blend.
cascade sickness and two o'clock typing frenzy leaving me empty, gashing my stomach
and half fuzzy photo surprisal. storming under cornea catacombs.
under ripped up nailbeds. am i awful enough yet? bloody, not for the first time i realized.
holding, warm..and belonging for me when you say you? scratching pillows, suffocating tears with tongues.
its what you didnt say, thats consuming..do you say it to me? feeling anything but pain.
maybe i didnt realize. it was too deformed, in the first night, slip. dead blue sky.
disarray in resounding words.liaison silken thighs.eyes darting around the room we fucked in.
fucked it up in. whats another word for sympathy? its not understanding..
never mind, that wasnt the word i wanted to use anyway.
perfect beginning and subterfuge.gaging in the back of my disillusionment.

*so i still need you.
not caring if i cry with different eyes.
and how do i ask you. for fear its all in time.

 i think i hate Pepto-bismall and Bermuda intimacy.

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