Formed of muscle and sinew
A superficial existence
Confining and revealing an,
Enigma inside.

The wirs; whistle
Prestigace melancholy
To their voices,

Merely whispers now.
An aftermath of discord
This epoch of anarchy
I never share these
Demons with them

But your baffling now
Waiting--
Your mind is muddled
Melding the wrong words to connections
I never made.

The disarray, in time
Becomes albany.

Falling for you is like free falling.

I couldn't help it,
I couldn't control it.

I don't wanna stop.

Restlessly looking
Weakened muscles
Times turning
Actions subtle

Speak, I whisper
Mouth is hollow
Empty lips
Spit swallowed

Chained down
Heart stopped
Room bleak
Mind caught

I love you
Screams echo
Bounce off walls
Only inside
Tongue is tied
Knotted, well
The words hurt
As they swell

Again. I love you.

Again. Nothing.

Speak I demand!
I love you, whispered
Now!
I love you.
Outloud! Speak! Use your tongue!
I love you.
Tears stream down
Silence,
A terrible silence
Billows around

I love you

Unbroken silence,
Across the sky.

I love you.

E.S.

Our Sycamore is 90 years old, but comforts us
Dark shadows appear
In odd places
Winter lingers in
Unfinished space
Where the area is damp, glib
Raw and slippery
The dining room sits and waits
For someone
Walls are painted a different color
I am in the wrong place
I stand
Waiting for nothing
This house, too still
Quietly mourns the loss
I can't see the light
I can’t communicate
I can't walk on water
I can see but I can't feel
I lock the door behind me
And share nothing,
And wait here
in this dark shadow
Awkward and powerful.

If I could bask today in the ignorance of the sun, would I let it burn my skin?
Because tomorrow could bring a cancerous wave that just might **** the curiosity.

If I could wash and wade in the oblivion of the ocean, would I let it pull me in?
For tomorrow could bring a laundering wave that just might save the day.
Or tomorrow could bring a compelling wave that just might **** the curiosity.

If I could be sedated by the serenade of the thunder, would I gently fall asleep?
Or would I have find 10,000 ways to laugh myself to sleep?
Would I have to face 10,000 ways to intentionally **** the curiosity?