mark up the meaning to make a force worth feeling
the bitterness of colors in your skin. forever decided to
strike back in thoughts, words burrowed in the corner of lips,
and the person entertaining all lightness will hide them self;
burrowed, entwined in my skin.
time teaches to shield from the gods
with heavy arms, the dark ages and allude to illusions
of an empty spirit without love.
hope, receding the lines of creativity and envision a new lie to see.
revise, the premise of a falling instrument to force feed elements into dreams.
increase consumption and ignore what is lacked. you are emotionally stale
and crave flesh to replenish. the tender sounds a muscle makes
and a person can coo them self into your heart.
hear airy-ness of inhales and process the texture and dynamics
of the pulsing center. a voice playing pizzicato in your ears and
finger prints slip through hair, evidence placing touch and
decrescendo into the silence of sleep, cocooned into his chest.
you are enthrawled, encumbered by fondness and idleness
in arms, stikes fear.