see how the days have brightened,
the sun itself kissing my hair n skin,
completley changing my canvases,
...
so it will be that here
in the dark,
we will write beautiful
and malnourished poetry,
...
i unfold into,
the gray n cold morning,
dripping with the promises of rain,
...
the late hours leave me undone,
dripping like candles
in the arms of the sun,
...
The day was knew,
sun and wind,
n your smile, sweet n dreamy spread across my
body,
...
so the knife slips,
n my skin under it,
n i am naked,
as fresh a a spring chicken,
...
now i know who you think i am,
wounds that cut deep,
salted from your lips,
n im just trying to get around all this confusion,
...
n its submission,
the way your face hits the glass,
pane by pane,
as your smile fades,
...
the way the crow cloud,
shudders,
swallowing the pearl moon,
like our love,
...
the sky darkenns and crys,
n becomes lighthearted again before dumping her waters,
bi polar in the longing to belong to
something universally un-understandable,
...