(no subject)
her words tipped through my mouth with the weight of solace. voices commingling in these mythic traceries; so close you could almost see the signposts of last years speech. speaking to listen and never hear. and with that a shift.
smoke drifts through the air, overwhelming sound with its simple metaphor. all we could be sluicing about our heads and seeping into our eyes. streaks of grey painted through the memories of your face. which is hazy and beautiful, now that i see it again. a gauze across our lips and a balm for our tired tongues.
our your our. they could be the same
in these soft worlds. i think i should stop that. possessory, forlorn;
it slips into my hands with a cry for so many fading memories. i wonder if i'll still be able to hope when they dissipate. eyes closed and a touch lost from my parlance. hoping maybe those tears will seep into me once more. and out, through a head bowed in enraptured renewal.
smoke drifts through the air, overwhelming sound with its simple metaphor. all we could be sluicing about our heads and seeping into our eyes. streaks of grey painted through the memories of your face. which is hazy and beautiful, now that i see it again. a gauze across our lips and a balm for our tired tongues.
our your our. they could be the same
in these soft worlds. i think i should stop that. possessory, forlorn;
it slips into my hands with a cry for so many fading memories. i wonder if i'll still be able to hope when they dissipate. eyes closed and a touch lost from my parlance. hoping maybe those tears will seep into me once more. and out, through a head bowed in enraptured renewal.