we played in a facade
green grass
flowing winds
we wade in
watching fire
while we danced in a faded desire
we flew higher
grew with every lie
fell with a lust of broken love
we were despair
broken hands
nimble fingers
but truly
leather features
strung on a string
of a thing we called life
i danced
a top
of him
shoes smashed
life in a dump
we bathed together
in a world where
things seemed grand
but things
were imaginary
worlds were colliding
him and i
we were otherworldly
in a sense of no parallel
just two with fingers
which couldn’t seem
to grasp
walking through
i transcend
we move
in and about
feeling without hands
consuming whole
biting our toes
without a capable tongue
we wade
slashing like a broken vase
his last words
we weren’t strangers
but it was strange
I touched him. From brain to body, in ways I couldn’t quite understand. But he did and for him, that was all that mattered.
he strolled the corridors
with a kindness
the delicate of his voice
strong of his hands
he spoke with integrity
a smile in his voice
i never knew if things came
if it was ever smooth
the overbearing nature
took control
i longed
i hoped
feelings the blues
changing with hues
he spoke of nakedness
i longed for him
his pace
the smoothness
he could take every piece
love me in any date
from parallel to perpendicular
i kissed his moments
danced in his hallways
and then a day
the door shut
without the slightest movement
the last stroke of his hair
he spoke with wine
hatred on his mind
love in his eyes
and fears
you’ve never quite heard of
you’re crazy
he said
with an eye twitched
hands spread
i never knew
his mean
his way
why he spoke with such disdain
i tipped my glass
to a sucker lover
a romance killer
and a homicidal heartache
i never understood
you’re crazy
yet i knew
his baby
we worked in wise
or so i thought
but it was his eyes
through his life
we were his arrogance
his lovely
his yesteryear of who i thought
he was
but who he truly is
there we twirl
upon a star
leaving dust in eyes
crime under a night sky
the passion
it lingers
it tingles
between your fingers
frolics
in your hands
and leaves you armless
as we twirl
i stand on a toe
a tip for you
lusting your blues
crushing your hues
wondering
if it was truly
for you
throughout and atop
hands slick
gravity pushes
your heart twines
we twirl
i smirk
you hold your arms
along with my heart
yet they end in the air
floating within your hot air
I don’t want content. I want slight fear. Anxiety. I want a longing devotion for a twist of absence. The feeling of complete isn’t quite pleasing.
