Alone she falls, together she stands
I handed her a knife to etch her
memories into the souls heart
& to taste her presence clearer
than the eyes care to speak.
she scratched a smile upon my
lips; then slit her name upon
my forehead so I would never
forget the words she spoke.
Torn garments, faded by years
of seconds passing her by,
Tinned by cans of beer
cutting into her livers with
conviction; lapping up the seas
with a tidal breath to the moon.
She is broken, yet not dead
Guided yet never led
Silence
Awkward as it may seem
the stare convinced me
she cared; a rose never
permitted to notice the light
so a vodka smile must
suffice for her taste buds.
She seeks good company
yet from only one she desires;
Stolen from her sunshine
she takes homage in shadows,
Pulse crying for closure
As she waltz’s across a
shattered floor of stone
unable to stand she falls
into the arms of safety,
sinks into the stomach
of a crimson sofa
I speak to her words of comfort
and vanish in the moment as
she smiles with eyes of serenity
Silence
Smoke clouds her vision
confidence shaken by those
who can never be named.
Beauty internal yet can never
be seen in its true light
by the cowards who dare
not look deeper than flesh.
Makeup hides the hurt for
at least another moment
counting down to tears
ticking the hours like
clocks in the sand.
Taking my breath away,
to good to die, yet afraid
to live; take my hand
I will follow you to
your rainbow, the colours
will blind your sorrow
& wash away the salty
tears with fresh waters
from waterfalls of refreshment