i poison myself,
with the longing for you,
n lose myself in the days
everything unfolded,
...
we have walked together sister,
see how the sand has marked,
the times our feet met,
...
let us not forget then,
the sisters mothers lovers n daughters of our past,
who gave great flight to your wars,
all the while washign mending drying,
...
feeling bored and completley bewitched,
by the streetlights,
in there incandesent
and bold yellows and blues,
...
altogether hanging on crosses
of our own makings,
martyrs to there rising suns,
a thousand tears now making up the ocean i am drowning in,
...
the dawn finds itself
frosted,
April snow,
heavy in its wetness,
...
shining at my surface,
a curiosity,
a twithching,
...
my room is full of fairies,
waterfalls and windchimes,
i like to sleep with the fan on and the windows open,
...
I cant stop thinking about,
how clouds seem to change things,
make them more than what they are,
or tall
...
Just a sip
of your liquified tounge,
pouring into me,
...