threes and fives, sevens and nines a bleak math shards fragments and splinters.
and honey drools the darkening dream a phantasm everlasting
and the memory of you, a silhouette a curve upon the lips a thistle
a whisper of sick sad probabilities and your body hymns or myth or sadness
the hands apart upon and spreading and opening and a rejoicing against
and a worship upon the basement fragments some silver impossibility tithe a bottle of wine
and your eyes and my eyes and me telling you about the color of your eyes
and green thriving wet and black things only just being born and hopeful close after
and forward motion, the liver and heart and mouth forget a primal form a sucking stone
and lips a rouge at huge black empty wanting and absence love a comfortable vacuum
and cold cold blood loves a way out, a bite a bruise the last mark you can ever leave
and the infinite uncaring universe and two bodies move within it and move together
and move in tandem and then move apart, forever the odds against it ever happening
a loving tough scares me and makes me nervous, a knot about sick muscle and shrinking
and ever adding bleak math the tongue flattens across the corner of the jaw
and whiskey shivers darken the white rider always gone apart pale yellow, pink and fainting spells
and white and cloudy oils, a drinking song a sulking song a kissing song
and a leaving song, may the same moon open upon your night cool and mild.
and the memory of you, a silhouette a curve upon the lips a thistle
a whisper of sick sad probabilities and your body hymns or myth or sadness
the hands apart upon and spreading and opening and a rejoicing against
and a worship upon the basement fragments some silver impossibility tithe a bottle of wine
and your eyes and my eyes and me telling you about the color of your eyes
and green thriving wet and black things only just being born and hopeful close after
and forward motion, the liver and heart and mouth forget a primal form a sucking stone
and lips a rouge at huge black empty wanting and absence love a comfortable vacuum
and cold cold blood loves a way out, a bite a bruise the last mark you can ever leave
and the infinite uncaring universe and two bodies move within it and move together
and move in tandem and then move apart, forever the odds against it ever happening
a loving tough scares me and makes me nervous, a knot about sick muscle and shrinking
and ever adding bleak math the tongue flattens across the corner of the jaw
and whiskey shivers darken the white rider always gone apart pale yellow, pink and fainting spells
and white and cloudy oils, a drinking song a sulking song a kissing song
and a leaving song, may the same moon open upon your night cool and mild.