Her hips sway in my mesmerized mind.

Porcelain drapes to hide the shade of war torn beauty.

I will expect cigarettes and black lungs but will love you still.

Silky, pale skin draped over her lovely bones.

When the chalk meets faceless smiles.

I will expect shades of grey and a soundtrack to a ****.

They say to find another vessel is to never die alone.

and that when you find another heart you will find a new home.

But for now only steel and stone accept my love.

and the branches that grow from my soul are cut down to the stump.

So we will open the flood gates our youth and crawl back inside

Open the flood gates and begin to divide.

for everything we love has grown so cold.

for everything we love is broken and getting old.

Waiting for you to open your tobacco scorn lips, sown together lips.

And readying myself to be new again.