its a beautiful travesty that spills
like a wheel;
we circumvent natural harmony,
falling like autumn leaves
to a soft silt ground.

it all filters through
like the distance that grows between
what always wanted to be a flower
and the majestic thickness that is
the strength of a tree
willowing for tears to bloom
in surreality.

God bless this eveninglight
seeping in sleepily from
under the door
to see you lose yourself inside (me,
giving in to all the desire
you never thought you'd feel
in such vivid colors
curled beneath these bedsheets;
yous skin shimmers with a sleep-sweet glow
and the bittersweet tears that fall
for the time as it slips away

and i would get drunk with every breath
that escapes your lips
sending me farther into a bliss
created by the very threads of your being

something hollow leaks in through the hole
where a cigarette burns
(or unlit, sleeps behind your ear)
catching those threads that you thought i was ripping
in the smoulder-quick embers,
but remain charred or not.
my words strangle honesty in your ears
but these ties are too close to let me burn you
and these callouses are too soft to stop your pain from
permeating deep and staining
(eventhough i don't think i want to wash it off my skin)
where the scent will follow me
like the painful strings of smoke that escape your lips and trail behind.

sink in softly
and slip under;
this morning is lost for clouds
and the words curling beneath the bed sheets
are the sweetest i've ever tasted.
unwrap this stark blue beauty
to unfold you gently
with intentions and hands
steady and sure.
i'll be found holding carefully
everything
i ever wanted wrapped like laughter
around my finger.