the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Monday, April 23, 2012

Day 103: Rinse Obsession

Fear is a waterfall made of
Gravity and water tension,
Lethargy and our best intentions
That slipped on the bank
And cracked its soft skull
On your firm impression.
I love you like a bag of bones
I've hung up in my darkest room,
I love you like a marionette
I've strung up for my secret shows.
I breathe your air with no regret
Because I haven't let your soft hand slip,
Your aromatic decomposition
Is my disposition to get a grip.

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