A sight to see.

I say her and she says we.
If only you, if only she.
Monotone miasma, chaos theory.
Tied in a knot, and now i am free.

Truly.

I know that gaze and i know that posture. I know why the finger on your temple and i know why the slight smile. Taut thighs ease, as you uncross your legs, dainty steps lead your hands to my chest. Your chin stabs at the back of my neck at your first hug, and those curls in your hair tickle.

Why do i smile through my eyes?

My sight is hardly on your being, yet i tell your every move. In your world, only i have sight. In my world, you have learnt to see.

Why do i smile through my eyes?

Only she can tell, because only you can see my effortless mystery. Unveiled by you, whom i so easily see. Who better to be beaten by, then you, who is me. In essence. You are where i've been, where i am and where i have yet to go. You willingly touch these hands, knowingly touching sin.

What more can i want, my love.

Only more of you.

How can it feel this wrong?

no one loves me.

no need for winding walkways
the plea is full of hollow meaning
walk the frozen identities
and pretend in its sparkling beauty

follow me. and you.

warmth is a state of mind
frivolous for a lifestyle
break away the longing
and bury the chasing.

enough. really.

feeling and not feeling and feeling and no-
stop. knife me in please.
can something feel this wrong
and of course i see it. we all know

yes we do. we do.

sensuality in eloquence in sanguine sex
this moment, is not for me and you
in coitus i care and caress for a cure
straining for another way

no one loves me.

not like you do.

Walkways and trees.

Red leaves and dandelion seeds
walkways of gravel and rust
swaying water and floating boats
the tree bark rough but serene
in essence of,

i live.

Moments are undeniable
facing forward friendly flowers
touch them. petals are plush.
more i say. more. much more.
mother,

you wait for me.

Melancholic milieu
monotone miasma
multitude of mirage's
made in malevolence
makeshift form,

sometimes, dreams take.

Supine
the sky in cyan
this disposition is permanent
as whispers in silence
however,

you think it to be. In several.

bloody wind, she thinks.
O princess, thy will is thy wish
grass is soft again
daydream falters yet again
peace,

a state of mind.

When it is nullified.

You, then i.

There she is
i saw you in reflections of a confession
There she is again
i saw you in retractions of a revelation

Endorphin's are magic


I dream in escapsims
wrought with peril and assumptions
aged she is in her time
cry over ripples will you
so then,

so i.

Inanimate and bursts with epiphany
strings vibrate and calm
silence is met with red eyes
i am he, and you

combined.

Peel away the veil
caress with conviction and callousness
you then cease to exist
make it simple, easy.

Vermillion sufferings, i suffer.

With and without thought
i wish and you wish
misty fields of trees and wind
this frost is not enough,
in solace.

You then i, in place of we.

You have reached, a broken yet whole person.
Leave your inhibitions and typecasting behind.
I will get back to your judgments another day.

In another life.

If i am not asleep for now
If i am not thinking aloud
If i am not taking a bow
Or you incessantly asking me how

Will you even realise the connotations in my words? Or the lies you want me to speak so lightly of?

I do not know love.

I realise these moments in time are incoherent. Well, i am afraid i cannot help you there love, since the thoughts in my head has lost the cohesion and i can only remember less and less and thats one of the drawbacks of deteriorating.

Or dying, if you like.

fuck this.