i still leave you love poems on crumbling walls
like rust-stains on canvas yet to be stretched
there isn't a message yet
but in my dreams
you somehow see it all for what it means
following the commas and line-breaks
right back to where you left me
and we finally allow ourselves
to share the light necessary for life to grow
i awake in the morning with whiskey breath
and aerosol stained fingertips
*can't you hear me slinging siren songs
across the distances we keep
while fast asleep?*
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 3:44 PM UTC
i still leave you love poems on crumbling walls
like rust-stains on canvas yet to be stretched
there isn't a message yet
but in my dreams
you somehow see it all for what it means
following the commas and line-breaks
right back to where you left me
and we finally allow ourselves
to share the light necessary for life to grow
i awake in the morning with whiskey breath
and aerosol stained fingertips
*can't you hear me slinging siren songs
across the distances we keep
while fast asleep?*
