love that shadow that dances over your lips and bedroom walls and your fingers tangle with smoke and mysteries that he carves out with killerβs hands ****** and almosts setting alight the fairybooks and writing on your pages needle-points in irises blind in light and brilliant in darkness so you see his brilliance and resent yours
canβt stay, run faster - the wolves are catching on the souls of your feet and the mothers are crying for the lovers you leave always leave the bedclothes ***** and the faces blurry singing Morrissey blame humanity for the hatred of everything you touch and touches you rainwater down a window a shadow still warm on your tongue sweet boy could be young must be so much older