Bear with me...there are times I am
under a dark smear, and the world shakes,
torments, clouds forming where I shuffle, a
infinite view here is un-necessary. I would
surely warn you, but your flighted frightened mouth
tremors whenever I speak, your oval eyes wide,
interfering with quick emotion and harsh questions.
Love and light are evasive but pervasive where your
long legs and slim long feet move. I don't like
loping about the clearing, being seen with you
operating as a spy with no one to tell secrets to,
voluntary sighs and your fragrant breath stealing
every darkness I desire. The long
yard I wake up in, is wet with last day of summer dew,
offered like tears, I soak my face, breathe that
unresolved moment I spoke of your tanned skin.
The above is only partially autobiographical
under a dark smear, and the world shakes,
torments, clouds forming where I shuffle, a
infinite view here is un-necessary. I would
surely warn you, but your flighted frightened mouth
tremors whenever I speak, your oval eyes wide,
interfering with quick emotion and harsh questions.
Love and light are evasive but pervasive where your
long legs and slim long feet move. I don't like
loping about the clearing, being seen with you
operating as a spy with no one to tell secrets to,
voluntary sighs and your fragrant breath stealing
every darkness I desire. The long
yard I wake up in, is wet with last day of summer dew,
offered like tears, I soak my face, breathe that
unresolved moment I spoke of your tanned skin.
The above is only partially autobiographical




