ELEVEN05.06.2016
here is what it is,
i am not human here, neither are you
i am bruises like black and blue storm clouds,
you are resurfacing torques and emerald hues
here is what is,
i was meant to be slow humming strings of lies
with you trying to cover up for me
sleeves of tricks unheard you stand,
weaving me a liquid membrane, and a tender spine,
here is what it is,
something extraordinary,
an ambitious jaw and an erratic brain
you are your own magnificent dreams with me swimming in your wake,
me holding on to your bones
you trying to pour new life into my skin.
here is what it is,
the things we never speak about
the restless veins, screaming, the fact that i am mortal only,
and the lucid disappointment of these, our silly mistakes,
you trying to fit me with paper wings
and me creasing them with burning fingertips
here is what it is,
i am not human here, neither are you
i am bruises like black and blue storm clouds,
you are resurfacing torques and emerald hues
here is what is,
i was meant to be slow humming strings of lies
with you trying to cover up for me
sleeves of tricks unheard you stand,
weaving me a liquid membrane, and a tender spine,
here is what it is,
something extraordinary,
an ambitious jaw and an erratic brain
you are your own magnificent dreams with me swimming in your wake,
me holding on to your bones
you trying to pour new life into my skin.
here is what it is,
the things we never speak about
the restless veins, screaming, the fact that i am mortal only,
and the lucid disappointment of these, our silly mistakes,
you trying to fit me with paper wings
and me creasing them with burning fingertips