smoke diminished.

and so i bring the last black to these lips, looking back through the crackle, covering it all with the smoke screened in from this mourning.

what happens on the wake up, when the room comes in view? realizations, castrations, matches made life cycle like flying those kites never were. lick it eee split it eee kick it eee i thought about the fallout. savoured the sojourn, replicated stillborn and my prison gave me the keys long ago. glow went gray and the lines blurred, cords were cut and soul songs burned, made it nice and cozy - a bottle built for two, pull the string, erect a set, masts and fans contain no hope for the wicked wonderland that ash built.

The half night hop along holds hand to breast and sigh to silk. the full moon pulls on these fingertips and compels them to sin again, again, again. motivated, concentrated, feverish fantasies dripped into life. no one to stop me from the spin cycle shut down, the fluidity gone now, in favour of the slow burn.

trust comes in steps away from, trust digs in to the day from, blind eyes not wanting to see the reflection in the mirror ball dance trap. the call came loud, the call came bright, the call came cool like water spilling over shoulders, washing away the vitriolic spittle strings singing to the small space. was this grace pulling us under, proof of what's gone miss iss isssing coming back full on. i pause where i should stop. dabbled in dutiful pen pricks, it's something new this time, true this time, though it didn't know it was playing in the false words. ignorance is no excuse to loose the diminished upon the heavy heart strings. always too late.

I keep checking for that pulse.
I keep looking over that shoulder.
I keep holding back the night in favour of a flight of stares.

kill me with eye kisses, undress this obligation let it all out for show, grow, know that it does change us - 64 colours in a bonus box, peer beyond primary and perhaps the slit will slow..