(no subject)
We lay beside, we lay
our insides laid bare
and what does it matter that what I feel should be known? should be seen? In this vast array where our insides lay, so close to your hand.
Hand over your heart. Your mouth is silent and your movements are your words. Touched between the third and forth rib.
Everything so tightly bunched will, in the end, spill over in verbal suicide.
Excuse me, I'll take my heart out fo your hand and choose this as my exit line.
our insides laid bare
and what does it matter that what I feel should be known? should be seen? In this vast array where our insides lay, so close to your hand.
Hand over your heart. Your mouth is silent and your movements are your words. Touched between the third and forth rib.
Everything so tightly bunched will, in the end, spill over in verbal suicide.
Excuse me, I'll take my heart out fo your hand and choose this as my exit line.