your illustrious eyes have brittled into something I cannot now decipher;
softer skin erodes to pointless lead.
mountainous, enthralling laughter
jolted to leading me into water dead.
forget the past she said.
seasoned with crisp irritation
or lovely blasphemies
it's hard to tell with make-believe red.
the touches of old photos to my eyes
the water of those touches, touches the ground unnoticed
return to that little cave
it's only natural
to be laying on the rock.
harder withstanding and sheltered feelings
only she could withstand
as if it compromised with
wallowing cries.
chalky eyes.