Standing transfixed
Stone translucent
Her deep, into my eyes, gaze
Figure awe inducing

Anouncements
I couldn't care less for
Trick or treat?
Choice dellusional

Your childhood's ever enduring echo
How vulnerable, so sweet
Is it a picture?
Or a song you are left with?

Against fatigue
Against routine
Silent pulse
Dynamic pulse

Each day the same old hill
Trauma self-inducing
Tiresome existence
I know you want it

Organic rust
Quicksand
Poor things
Small deeds

The breasts you once laid on
The lips you kissed
Will always remain yours
Or you theirs

Cold reason
I don't need to know
All of your detailed knowledge is just words
Writen on the sand for the sea to erase

Frail faith
I don't care to believe
All your devotional prayers are just words
Sand carried away by the gust

Tiresome wisdom
I don't desire to understand
All your confusing meanings are just words
Clouds hidding the sun

Standing transfixed
Stone translucent
Her deep, into my eyes, gaze
Sensation

Quicksand
A second pass
One to come
Organic rust

Take a deep breath in
Hold
Gaze
Let go