she waited up til midnight, just to say 'a dozen days'

I need an embrace

we’re slipping under sighs

closing

closing eyes.

it’s odd, unheard

how beautiful this cacaphony

curling into cables of lies of sound

that hold you up over turpentine rivers.

how you,

why

you?

jet black seas, just think

how far we have to sail

from here

this place.

those windows crack at every touch,

and how could you?

 

Done