blue.
i'd be content
swathed in a timeless embrace
but my skin longs to ignore your fingers
-commandeering
an assault on my countenance and
i
being a frail
soulless
wanderer on your path...
bah
this is a midnight's fallout and i am
a forgetful soldier
amidst a battlefield of memories
and
there is scorn borne
from the throat
of an everpresent conscience.
...this is an impatient moon i'll sleep by
and i shall share wistful prayers with the closed doors of my lips
a beseeching of grace
and perhaps the balm of summer night
will hum my melody
i write simply the transcript of a skipped heartbeat
two measures missed
for the sake of a monochrome dream
my clock strikes blue;
so i've affixed your kiss to my pride
and swallowed them whole
and here
i'll
stand