the skin of the fruit peels the silver wrapper off of the kiss, as i place in your mouth —the melting seeds
loud louder loudest loudest yet louder still more
As the last note is played and you consider the stalks that are being beaten down outside your window and ponder the image in the mirror
the day was thoughts and the ladder long waiting to fall was willing to harm connecting the dots
flossing with gold thread as the kitty spills the milk this idea might just work caught in the invisible web glares from the stares
keeping us tipping on one toe always over guessing looking through the hole not sure if i have a soul
the light seeping through the crac… as the soul longs to be seen spraying colors of emotions as seeing the soul with clear lens the split mirror shows two sides
sad even the lightning bug has a purpose in a jar but a heart, no place
broken perfection siege-d by the hand only to find - nothing looking back in the mirror the horror that races through
as it’s moisture fills the cracks… my lips, and i slowly draw my hand from my hips to appeal to it the bliss of the pure essence delivered from such a small burst
the tales find words in them the weepings from the finger print… speak through words UN-know little smears of oil mixed with du… pressed down in ink, some would sa…
with it’s icy soaking fiery gaze it all ended, blown away with out a care, for the other what did he mean by that when he wrote it with red pen
i think time stop or is standing s… so still that you can’t see the wh… as the sun kisses upon your sill maybe paw prints will design the f… once again this might be a hard pi…
what is the focus while the continuous diving off the plank is performed for art sake’s the seeping in as moths
hidden emotions brakes the soul rips and tears remain effecting the physical and making it decay