my number
is called upon often
defusing bombs
will they
be there
to do the same,
or will i be alone
watching an hourglass sink
down down to zero
and my last memory
will be of a bomb
that didn’t belong to me
Tag: Lovers
burning mansion;
trial of fire;
belly of butter
churn a wheel
open the door
crank the wire
guild of fire,
we built these chains
latched them on
cried for freedom
watched the light from a keyhole
205 bones
missing something unexplainable
i keep hearing it’s unattainable
this life isn’t sustainable
a lost bone that’s not obtainable
flag in a muted mountain
i can’t say no
to you
i envy
the power
you have
over me
power that
could rule man
yet
all you want
is something quiet
slow down time, just for a second
you catch my eye
every time you walk by
like it was the first time,
i’ll hold those seconds like a treasure
in the back of my mind
just for me;
last seconds
in my last seconds
i’ll see our lives played out;
fast forwarded and muted
window shopping
a green slide
moving vans
swimming pools
ringing bells
ringing
ring
passing athena on the 57 north
one day;
i’ll wake up in a cloud of your perfume
and never come back
butterfly stroke
i feel you like water between my fingers
swimming inside you
breath being held for hours
this is my comfort place
stroke in motion
pool of clear water
in the backyard
you are home.
winnie; mad man
you taste like honey
in my memories you taste like honey
honey trust me i’ll be your pot
keep you safe
in all of our haste
everything we have faced
never stopped to put them in their place
it was all not a waste
attached at the waist
at your side i could never be erased
tell them all that i am that man
a lover a single dedicated brand
crowd pleaser one you always have to stan
i’ve been that man
this is the ground plan
i gave up being that madman
white picket castle; pitchfork mob
i don’t believe you
like i used to
words fall from heavy tongue
braiding my hair with twisted fingers
not like how you used to
memory of our night
carries me like a knight
off to the kingdom
sleeping
without a thought
of the fire outside
Saint's Muse 