Cool shards of sugar glass, prickle in candy veins
whenever my breath whispers a willow of fog upon your skin .
And those eyes harden into frozen pools of turquoise green,
until I can no longer see my reflection|noitcelfer in them.
At nightfall,
your face becomes a shadow,
twisting away like a dirty sin.
And in the mornings you remember me ….
a little less.
So I try and kiss the pink back into your lips.
Blink at my affection,
and I’ll weep ‘till the tears from my eyes collect in little rivulets,
tinkling down like sparkling stars,
which crush into your flesh.
But you'll hear nothing at all
Still,
I hold those dead hands
among a silent serenade of tender velvet rain,
staining the skin with moonlight and slivering silver.
Snake.Bites
and venomous scratches,
flutter like moth wings from my wounded lips.
Puffs of Halloween air melt into sweet little fairy lies,
and I,
.pause.
Never rush lust,
or the pitter-patter of stocklingless feet will drag through wet sand,
untiL yet an O ther red vel V et word will lay forgott E n
passionatly dying to the tune of a wilting rose.
When I sleep,
dull beads form on the window::pain::
to dance an icy waltz across discontent dreams.
The bitter taste of apples crawl across my teeth,
for this sleeping beauty will never wake up.
The hurt, becomes the hurtful.
I'm your brown haired beauty no longer.
My wings are too wet to work,
and your heart’s too cold to try.
So take me back to the start .
Leave me there, where its warm,
and you Love me…
Because I can’t kiss the pink back into your lips.
