Kiss
is a dying virgin
from that moment she loses her light
and loves it
you pass your hand
Over her eyes and
in that blurry moment she feels forever in a pulse
She is no different from me
I'Cos I can't distinguish "love" from
whatever-the-hell-you-are-to-me
and i to you to of through am and is
we lose ourselves in quiet words
and in checkerboard uniform
away
we
fade
if we are
The Only Thing That Is Real
what are we?
silver chains
or drops of blood fallen from the innocence of blue
are we love
or reality
or fruit you can pick from a mother vine and bite into
stealing innocence and lonliness
in a mouthful of sugar-lies
what we really are is Ink
words formed far from each other, living in a
reality
so false that only six eyes can see into it
and two are shut so tight
A reality of promises broken and secrets kept------
I Woke Up Screaming For More