The shivering flame

one on that single lonely lovely wick

Stampedes the darkness

And I above my body

Eye the eyes of the wall

The wood grain is itching,

fiending,

unabatedly for the release of that sweet sealant

to encompass our world in it's

liquid design.

Attached to the magnetism of solidity they never stand a chance.

Somberly I return

to the binds of my own bodily prison

I rise again and lick my lips

And lick my fingers

Saliva

A single touch

dark,

Def Poetry #22

My Intelligence eclipsed

From the light that slipped past the shade

I can still care and I'm still brave

lines lifted from your pages

and the stages of this is bliss

found past the lines lifted on my face

displaced touch still felt from your

fingers trace

the war paint facade

brightly wrapped in lace,

slap the pace and we're

running head first in this race.

but surely you can't think

I'll slow this train.

Cutting words like coupons

I post them on your mind

and the bent defense leaves me blind

by your light and I'm staring

to intently to account for your

countenance

Take a backward glance on me

and transcend this delight transcends

my frights and I feel like jumping.

I just might you know?

I just might.

Def Poetry #21

so show me your shoulder blades

and i'll show you my sign

that i left propped up against your walls

i heard it fall in the night but thats okay

cause i just woke up and smiled

her heart, i hear, can be heard from her head

and i hear her heart in mine

and i hear her veins, rather the cells

moving through

and i silently sigh

and i silently smile.

for after awhile i notice we're both awake

but more important we're both alive

and you can call me silly but this feels real.

something like that- yea.

something like that.

so show me my place on your bedside table

and i'll show you yours on mine

i leave you propped up against my chest

and i feel you fall and rise in the night but thats okay

cause i just wake up and smile.

her mind, mayhaps, materializes marvels

and i marvel at the magnificence therein

and I hear her soul, yes her soul

moving through

and I silently listen

and I silently smile

for after awhile I notice mine moving too

but more important we're both alive

and you can call me silly but

this feels awfully real.

something like that.

yeah, something an awful lot like that.

so show me a reason to say im sorry

and ill show you that i'm not for pulling you closer

i'm not sure how exactly to phrase

or convey the way that I mean

but it's something like that.

i think if its not already it's only a matter of time yeah,

something an awful lot like that.