The lines blur apart,
Like the beating of a heart,
Growing within us.
The rain grows darker,
Pulling patterns all apart,
Inked in subtle sin.
Bubbling, struggling, emerging from the mind like maggots.

The words squirm freely,
Crawling fresh across the heart,
All intentions clear,
Trailing silk neon.
Electrically charged peons,
Knowing never fear.
Pupating, growing, shifting and becoming more.

Wings twitching eyes black,
Blindly piloting the air,
Quick witted hearts crack,
Reflections bounced in,
Eyes closed to ego's judgements,
Doubts enhanced by noise,
Avoiding the truths I seek in anothers expression.