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Invariably, we come back to that which we know
It’s written in our bones
Ancient scriptures from a time that knew nothing of lies
Buried, with crazy glue. so you can feel safe
‘This’ eternal configuration of you and I won’t ever break

I’m meandering. Can you feel me now?
Pacing the cage in the confines of this eternal question mark
If you could see me now, mascara claiming my cheeks with daggers
Even they know how to spell your name
I’m dancing with silence in this brain’s ballroom

You’re not here, guess your invitation got lost in the mail
Still, I hear you screaming
In crowded rooms, in your head
I feel your artist knuckles threatening walls
They’re shaking. like my heart, convulsing in seizures
Goosebumps are consuming my crumbled flesh
An invasion of soul

The prettiness of you, my dear friend
These precious things that suffocate me, through slumber
You, dreamer of all trades. You are yearning
Wet, poured on top of me, penetrating my skin
You are regret, locked firmly in this silent reverence
In my lust you stick like laced cellophane
You are the fastest legs tearing up the tracks inside my world
No one wears my scratchmarks like you on their stomach
On that smooth warm flesh beneath my curled fingers

Guess I have always known how to make love with ghosts

My tongue traced your ears intimately.speaking in moans
I heard your heart sigh unwillingly when you walked away
This night murmers of bones
Those forgotten, those unseen, those lost
To the wind, to infallible opportunities lost with time
I tried to kiss my way into you, tried to stay
I read between your lines. Your harnessed intents
I’ve been waiting much too long
For you

Meaning is never lost. Just seen
Too clearly for shallow words to cover
The essence of truth

You don’t really mean it
My dearest Iscariot
You treacherous fiend I’m here
Still. Always here

Carved Bare

Sprawled on dirt covered carpet
Filaments of yearnings intricately intwined. Plush rationalization
In the graveyard of lovers. Planting your name
Besides my deadly nightshades. Exhales of butterflies
Imprinted with your soot
My lithe chimney man, sing your song
We’re bound to lose an arm, a heart, a tooth
Along with our pride, all we deemed to know

Which was never much
But our bones know so much more

“Sshhh”

Let them whisper to us
Let them sing
Our lullaby