I wondered why I didn't find the sunshine,
in the sky, but in your hips
And why I couldn't ******* feelings,
anywhere but your lips,

I asked myself why I held you,
as if you'd float away,
why I always glanced behind me
unsure if you would stay.

I danced your shadowed shoreline,
like a kite without a string,
a ship without an anchor
a crown without a king

You told me not to worry,
you told me I'd be fine
you told me you'd protect me,
but we ran out of time.

I told you I would leave you,
I told you I'd get scared,
for I myself am broken
And I fear I cannot be repaired.

And you were such a wonder
the way you bent without a cause
and buried me beside you
reactions without pause,

We walked on ice together,
to often we fell in,
you'd pull me down beneath you,
our love was wearing thin

And now beside the rubble,
I should of known it from the start,
we never the grand production
just a piece of broken art

A boy of failed promises,
a girl of untuned strings
In trying to build a home on solid ground,
we forgot about our wings.

I think I'll tell you that we're starting to fuse together,

To fit into each others groves

And into each other's  notches

I think I will let you know that like carved wood,

We fit together.

That you fit with me like my skin fits my body,

Like air fills my lungs.

I'll show you how we fit,

My hand in yours,

My head upon your chest,

Our fingers laced like the the fibres of a basket

Like stars we have  aligned

With our legs evenly intertwined

You elicit my smile and and learn about my silence,

I start to know your far off gaze and understand your shyness.

The acid sunset
My eyes are weary
Murdered branches raked violently
In the faded gloom
Death is broken with the blood trees
Faceless ancient spirits
Dying starts unsuspectingly
Sharp dandelions and silent turns
Crushed boulders on the edge
Where my identity is erased

If dreams only come when you fall asleep,
then I am so devoid of hope and starlight that not only am I unable to sleep,
I also can't dream.

If I shut my eyes tight
and un-think the whole day, month, year...
Will it work then?
Then might I be graced with the company of slumber

The sweet kiss of a subconscious memory,
not yet performed
Perhaps
if I stare long enough, into nothing,
my ceiling will, at the exhale of my tired lungs...
dissolve.
To reveal the sky.

That sky, full of wishes-upon, might shed the silvery light I so crave over and through
my eyelids, gently guiding them to a close.
my clenched jaw, releasing tight strangulation of my worries, sorrows.
and over my hands
ankles
stomach
and lips:
the protectors of breath, of sound, parted.
As if to offer a home for a word of love or a vulnerable display for the keeper of sleep.
Rapid heartbeats and twisted spine, no peace or relaxation.
Until, after eternity,
Sleep arrives.

Quite late, unapologetic, without a word but a whisper;
"follow..."

After  patiently waiting
in eager longing, with a sore vessel full of warm blood
wanting...
I go.

One final inhalation reaches through to my bones and I...

Give myself to sleep.

At long last the last breath was breathed and I,
I drifted off into a dream.