i descend into what i believe
to transcend into moments of you
like dark hues under eyes i used to pour into
i break into motions with men i fought on a darkened end
of streets where i scoured to find signs in the night
like which way to write, which way was right
and i prose you in thought
a slumber in deep hum
a hymn to a rhythm, a tango i once fought
in front of desire and passion
the way you hold a lighter in echoed moments
from mountains atop midnight
where i eclipse my mind and transcend to find out
how i used to sleep at night
in dire moments with a rhythm of you
as we’re slow dancing to a cause i fail to see
yet hide to ignore
because beauty sees and the ego hides in what it wants
like melting with you
holding onto past mirages of men in might
in false knight armor
darkened elixirs to bring desire
i paint you a picture
for what you want to see
i breathe you into a world where
i paint you to be
how i’d like to see
how i’d like you to be
how the fog at night masked you to be
in summer of thirteen

running on lines i told myself in echo
of where i was when time was fine
like ruins in my brain from days where
a daze was all i had
but i’m dancing in oasis
yet some call it purgatory
i think of it more as if it’s harmony
a soul and mine combined to find ideas
i used to tell myself in night
where shadows crept upon
dying was beside me
it was like fine wine
but cheap wine got us drunk faster
into you before i
and i watched as you twirled
in and out of consciousness
ignoring unrequited bliss
and he was a preacher
who talked upon himself
a hardness, a leather
blue sheets at night
with the moon of bronson
talking to us
from cemeteries we used to lie under
with voices in night
i still talk to you
i still talk at you
and it was always for you
like love in light
wine in night
shadows i used to hide
like pride on my tongue
how i used to give you it all
as if its high tide and you needed mine
to breathe at night