I run my hands across the landscape
Transparent birds fill the skies
Like clay my  insides are hollowed out
The echoes of a cave distant dripping

Swim your way through an
underwater cave of music
As those dusty sounds crawl
their way through your skeleton

I pluck the tapestry of the night sky
Molten silver pours in through the
worn away patches

My face
pressed against cracked glass

My body
melting through in to a reflective
spectrum of oil spills

dot

If my lips were to entwine with the vines that
found their way around your neck.
If a Black hole were to shatter in to our souls
separating us from our very own existence.

Only then would thoughtless moments trickle down our skin.

When the skies are filled with a mysterious white mist
A washed out blue Antarctic gaze hazes over her eyes
The morning dew drips off her nose and trickles down her lip      
An Echo of a wolf pleasures her ears delicately