My mind wouldâ€™ve seen you if my eyes were blind; the snatches of lipped smile and shouting breasts arresting me to the sexual swatting of fly and the ill-confident prayer for a mounting music where you and i compose the life and crowd Introduce rituals expected and enacted Exhibition saddles the safe of inhibition so that iâ€™m visiting within you and you in me Discoveries in sweaty adult worded nothings granted respect by fleshy objects with strings The feeling floats that weâ€™re bugs on blissing bloom and so committed are … Continue reading →
Only the city knows for iâ€™ve spoken to it in those dark and special hours when itâ€™s conscious to stormy hearts.
Iâ€™m a jigsaw within jigsaws and you are imperfectly perfect Hearts donâ€™t mix with razors when love is a fleshy masquerade What did we learn? Maybe that earning forgiveness is more sincere than expecting it and secrets are little deaths desiring growth into monsters Who told you that thought was silent? Thereâ€™s a dead jesus inside us and a satan begging for the fall When the heart doesnâ€™t hold, the mind falls apart, apart, apartâ€¦ Is love a waste of pain? Ssssh, donâ€™t interrupt The needles are busy.