I'm a wailing cry-baby
In neon
high-heeled
torture devices
I'm a broken antique plate
shattered
in the contrasts of
Your silence

Hidden green light
in your ocean eyes
Hidden meanings
in indulgent nursery
rhymes
Words they shrivel
and I can only shiver
in face of your anatomy

Say nothing,
and tell me everything
So I can keep
stretching my arms
towards unreachable
light

Say nothing,
and tell me everything
So I can
fade away in the fire
of my rage