Eyes          wide           smiling
never stop smiling
pale skin                 smiling
white  teeth   paper    c u t s

Lost…..e y e s
Time is but an itch
                The smiling                   stops

                                            once         he’s---gone

Graveyard lexicon
baffles today’s texters
--Orange peel breath
                  Despite            lethargic                   lips…


Your memory is merely paper;
he’s good with origami.



Hairlessssss
Heirlesssssssss
                       smiling.  

Harmless, but—
beware        o’ the      winter     m o n t h s
          For he is—
                         Cold…

Rigor mortis is afraid of smiling.
    He’s….
            An acid trip for the paranoid schizophrenic conspiracy moon landing grassy knoll 9/11 was an inside job the right/left control the media Dan Brown’s works have merit skull & bones society they put cancer in our foods men in black crypto zoologist buffs…

His smile; smiles.
His grin—grins.
Dresses             like a pine-tree **** … … S m i l i n g, smiling….

I am
those rouged lips,---
spring waters,
clear,
yet unknown;
I am
the cicada's sound,
repelled birds,
feathers
and stone;
I am
Laburnums---
lynching leaves
they fall, ---
floating on the air,
I am
the skylark,
Beauty's bridesmaid---
Forgotten
In fever's eyes;
I am
the black python
screeching
open mine stitched lips
bleeding forth
I am---
Done,
Sick of this,
Finished,
Pealing open my wounds
to see what I got left of,
I am,---
Not what I use to be;
Nor not what I want to be,
Thus so,
I am
no one---
Instead I'm here
stringing up a knot
From up these reedy webs
I use to be....
So I am,
I am
myself no more.

Can I come to you as I am,
in secret-
brimming with the need to be held?
Can I lay hot whispers on your skin
then taste how they make you feel?
Can I show you how to touch me,
how hard to press?
If I cry
can I hide salty tears
in the soft curve of your neck?
Can I bite, ever so gently,
before I scream?
Can I be your lover,
without you loving me?
Can I, please?

She whispers in the dark
The persuasive blackness leads me wrong
She touches my skin in flutters
Always gone before I reach her
She plays these games to rile me up
It never does
Each game teaches patience
As the blackness fades
Her blur reduces
The games are all gone in the growing light
Her breath whispers against my neck
Her touch warms my skin
The dark will bring another game
But, for now, patience wins again

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