Jan
11

i lick your tongue to taste the lies
deceit on my face with freedom too far
i wake in the eve of your sleep
eyes shut and mouth out of tune
horizons upon our skin
the light rings near
shadows form beneath your hands
how the devil sins without touch
a heart i felt and a grasp i couldn’t live without
i form to your beat the way knees bend
roses can’t live without thorns
stems leave scars without definition
a word you speak leaves marks where sentences should end
you spray gasoline, but i hold the torch
to stand at verge
to stand at tune
to hold your hands
with shadows upon your skin
the devil in your ear
we walked with no intention
yet somehow tension built