Words, soft spoken of comfort.
(reaching out to hold, to
speak of someone..
that was never really T H E R E)
But I felt your voice
trailing down the
back of my spine
...
I saw your words crashing
down from the beginning
of the sky..
(t i m e .. t i m e)
seconds, minutes..
hours, days..

Your Lips Of Children
Your Touch Of Whores..

Lilac drawn around my eyes,
like silver rings of promises..
long gone..
of no indifference.

And second chances breathe of relief,
change brings customs..
customs bring belief..
Narrowing your road,
a yawn of vivid colors..
dance from your tongue..
(open your mouth, open your mouth.. butterflies sing,
butterflies flee)..
Footless, well intended..
with no ladders to swing upon..
or worlds to pass on the way,
Footless, well intended..
Frozen.. Decrystallization of your smile..
your eyes, new (green)
unforgiving and sheltered..

Halves go numb in your sight,
entire motions wilt and lose themselves..
Divinity, you smile through the music of mellow keys..
you smile..and hate,
i cry past confusion..
And you fan yourself with my glass tears..
"to be with you"

(exit)

There Is No Reason To Trust In Clear Signs Anymore...

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