The lights skate across her cheeks and shine in her eyes
Argued that beauty's red and virtue's white
Yet our ambition makes us still to fight

Her touch that lifts the day from the mundane
My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain
Knowing her look torments me with disdain

She might think me of some benighted youth
My head swears to heart that she is made of truth
So she I lose, likely through my unkind abuse

You trade in your reality for a wing You trade in your sense for an act
You give up your ability to feel, to put on a mask

Away he steals your heart with an open listening ear
Stuffed up with his lust, as minutes fill up into hours
I'm used to your inner indecisiveness that is as wavering as a coward

My soul out in a burning mist
My body in the worst of dens
To feed it and forget it, the leaves among it
Silence with that murmur, the swung wicket
Its a broken hearted nemophilist
Here
The neck your mother's arms caressed
A handful of blossoms I plucked
Hands ******* and darkened
Great black spots where the blood has run

When we were rich in the crevice
We had our bodies burnished
Night shacking up, so we've furnished

Not a plenteous sort of season, time of year
Blue-black, lustrous, masculine eyes
Barricaded by trees, fields, and grime tears

Matters passed into the silence
We're both left as nemophilists
Too tired to breathe sprightly
Color the sea, another sky for me
Beautiful yellow as your hair, dress and comb
You are sylphic with skin of peachy monochrome
From sunset, sunrise your body feels of foam
Yet again to whisper "lets get lost'' in a brisk tone
But I cannot see into the sunset
All I know is that you're perfect right now
The zestful weekend’s almost here now
The furthest reaches of your nowhere town
Making peace with an empty town