Milk white;

Shining above, dull below

Paint iris and pupils.

With dark green,

Hear the music

Something in the dressing room mirror

There you were, looking

I’ll take my chance tonight

The deep vision was almost blinding.

After you just taught me how to kiss

In misfortune, the sweetest

of all warm areas, all parts are highly poisonous

And gone by now, but

They’re not anything different than what I’ve ever written about

Hands outstretched in supplication, comfort and support embodied by an Angel

People regard the flowers as sacred;

model, delicate,

sentimental

It bears not consequence, as

he has succeeded in injuring himself

An honest interchange of feelings

I held tight, not crying out,

So you could hear

My show

I never get used to it.

Until

I do it - or let it be done

By whatever means

In poetry, memories, flesh

I can be free- I’m not free the other way.

In the summer

I am always very happy

I miss the shine of water

Sonic clarity,

Tantalizing… captivating…

Sweetly singing

Our vocal pitch, inflections

I let a silence fall

I’m always ashamed.

Yes self worth remains intact

The rest lies