circles squares and triangles
shapes I learned as a kid
I trace them on your spine
I smile as you wiggle
your best attempt not to move
fingers move to make 3 points
like sliding on silk
my fingers skate across your body
tracing shapes from memory

rain showers down in disarray
water hits the streets in a strange beat
the city has come alive at natures will
my thoughts whirl away
like a autumn leaf before a storm
lifting from my mind
like the sun coming out of the clouds

Don't close your eyes
let the light hit them
let me wonder
who you are
and where you'll take me

Quickly and calm
the entire house cramped with boots
each whisper fit
like snow covering in the night
mind glows against trudges
not face
through reluctance voice
her mind deep
her talk is next
Lindsey peels
Marcela slips out
ignores the night
she can swish seven faces
trudges of aisle
from whipser seat desperation
pleading
Marcela entire voice

her polished walk
lead doors astray
the living night saw soft voices
reflecting a facade
the right words saw bare skin
turn into valleys and peaks

Eyes on top of eyes
reflect on each other
still
light catches
then dissapears
quick breathes
sync in rhythm
hold onto the light of day
like a lonely stranger
occupying ones bed.

On our backs
the room breaths cold
reflect on our past
we push poison out our lungs
watch the smoke occupy space
buried in my nook
your soft voice fills me with warmth
a strange relationship
works because you are my mirror
reflecting off each other
things never change

white fills the sky
catches limitless patterns on my glasses
obstructing my view of the world
the light of the city
sees a glow on your face
feel your hand clasp into mine
your lips on my cheek
the warmth of your whisper
pushes your sweet voice into me

a window pane
captures an underground world
a cropped photo
a moving picture
sees the outside world in a frame
a consistent 3 second movie
kept current by time

She walks to bed afraid
heavy
her shoulder steadies
almost feeble
she hides from fear
Marcela's eyes a living dark
pushing within a hiding head
shadows choosing shapes behind her back
its dark in there
the house freezes
counting the shapes
unfamiliar steps
Marcela's thrown
grasps at the hallway
ghosts threatening high
stuck on old photographs
pouring her eyes open
a fiery black
on the floor wrapped in a blanket
painful eyes row

Hanging from a tree
a lost mans last hope
escape to endless slumber
or trapped in a dream?
you'll only find out
when it's to late
a pulled trigger
stealing the future
from a unknown memory

an exorcism for breakfast
spoon feed your children
with the rath of god
shove your views down the throats
of the seeds you planted
teach them not to think
to live in a path
god choose for them

There is a lion in the hallway
I put on my mask
a simple facade
has me holding my breath
walking quietly like a whisper
through the trees
my lungs feel tight
I inch my way past
almost bursting at the seams
I hold onto our memories
take breathes from my heart
I am over the hill
out in the fields
surrounding by tall grass
hidden within the flowers
safe
I close my eyes
dream to live another day

under a humming dream
beautiful seconds within a echo
she's haunted
shapes at her feet
something dark
a quiet hum hits like a echo
there is no surface
just a beautiful panic
shapes every instance
above a stark inky cool

A car stuck in reverse
the wrong way
switch off the lights
and hide away
pass through the forest
around the bend
into your heart
and over again

rain taps on my window
drifting off to sleep
by the beat of mother nature
above the clouds and I am flying
listening to a story
straight from collective memory
I ponder
who's thoughts are these
and who is sharing them with me