its okay
its okay
and maybe the words i speak
seem so appalling
i can only look at you
without blinking
it feels weird now
since im used to
flanking you
preventing excursions
now i rush towards the center
and take my cap off
for security inspections
you go the other way
i punch the card
ride the train
clenched fists
a faint hint of shaking
its okay
its okay
i was seriously thinking of
falling off of that footbridge
reflections of buildings glaring
but i continue to walk
all the while scratching my arms;
baseline for replicants
im way off the mark
there's a bit of sobbing
near-tear ordeals
god, its like im being crushed
on an everyday basis
i wish it could stop
but its okay
its okay
im meant to be this way
unhinged and mute

you place my hand
on your thighs
and i grip it tight
against the cold
pinch my chest
whisper secrets
in my ear
i forget we're even watching
some romantic film on the screen
reckless in the dark
my heat pierces through your cheeks
command my palms
to weld with yours
sometimes tip it with a kiss
the lights are on
i forgot the plot
but you're an artwork
i wouldn't miss

you enter spaces
like roots finding cracks
in walls
its hard to guess
where the next subtle movement
would come
locations where your feet
would land progress into
a concerto
much like Beethoven's fourth
or a sad nocturne from Chopin
either way is preferable
compared to traversing
without the shadow
of your opaqueness
im sorry if i transgress
but i'll always take the bet
rumble numbers in the lottery
other than that i hope you'll
have a good night

brown eyes tumble
like a serenade
long hair dripping
sweet marmalade
gentle steps with your
worn-out shoes
id wipe them clean
those foggy specs for you
build me architecture
in Helsinki
even if its a mismatch
for our soul anatomy
impressions thick
with eyes astray
you've left the current
i was bound to obey
in any case thats left unsolved
this brief encounter
could unfold
pull some strings
and play some vinyl
when we use cheats
it doesnt mean were not smart

memory fades
in gentle cushions of thought
how days turn out quite refreshing
without hapless sprints
towards your progress
no more liquified knees
or rushing breaths
im still scared by the way
of how your scent can
blind periphery vision
narrow it down to your location
i might not help myself
convert shades into desert screams
all the while invading
spaces between you and me
unjust weapons
excluding options for surrender
let me bury you know
deep; pacific rim
unfortunately
im like a wave flowing
through the beaches
the wind yearning to
touch your cheek
the sand slipping
between two feet

you see streetlamps
racing their lights
across the skyway
towards home
sitting at the edge
in a cold machine
hard cushions
reminding me
of words said or unsaid
my head resting over
the foggy window
as my spectacles provide
the vantage point
that lengths widen everytime
the wheels revolve against
its asphalt counterparts
ribs soring from some mysterious
catastrophe
as a few days ago sharing
a bed with someone close, but still unknown
long hair dripping wet, tied messily
still hoping that your hand would reach out
and find my way into mine
its not too late

a place where we could hide
and scream our infidelities
swirling in bubbles trying
to survive the sand
holes resting itself
in uneven ground
palms clasping slippery rocks
when all i ever wanted
was to pour my pressure
on yours
muscles aching for warmth
an embrace or an unexpected caress
the sun burning this skin
medicine - cold water and alcohol
just as i wanted to escape
i realized my feet revolved around you