where do they go
when i erase my words
that just weren't
meant to be here

where do i go
when i hide
my self
that, what if,
was not meant
to be here

i want to curl in her collar bone
the valley copious with soft smell from a dress
she has on all the time
a night of honeysuckle sweet
recalls in taste on the roof
of my mouth
that keeps all words to her
but spills out as a cry
kept in the pillow.
a hollow mind
a theater for exhibitions of past
leafed through my flight of the short life
i lived
it shuts as a green light reflects in irises
of my garden
with the beloved suns of hers
and a beaten milk glass of his
a gloomy blue boy puts them to sleep
and a leaf crisps under a silent step of mine.

i want wind to take me away
somewhere.
a place where my weight presses on petals and leaves
when i walk on grass to find flowers for you.
but it takes away only leaves
that leave a scar on my heart flying away from me.
everything's gone;
and only electricity transmission lines spark
as my eyes when i see you,
thunder shatters
as my heart when meeting a ground.

under a whisper of million leaves that shake as the wind exhales

his breath will replace your breath, giving a second pair of lungs,

just in case you will fly in dreams