delicate symmetry
we have our way of stray and fade
but in my wrists and fingertips you remain
your touch
only anticipated in my subconscious
but the static electricity
burned its nonexistent trail
into the canyons of my fingertips
carved deep by.... innocence.....
is a sour spasm
stinging in my bones
you are the winds of st petersburg
howling in the west
in place of marrow
cooling me from the inside
with a passing thought of you
a shiver
cracks like thunder
and rolls a salty tear
from blurred sight to slurred tongues
do not weep, starlight fig
but let your words flow
into my lips
your bells and whistles welcome
to adorn your dreams in garden
taste buds bloom
yellow picket teeth
stained please stay up i need more
glass eyes dry
i cant.
help but stay
when theres nothing between east and west
but ill look for you anyway
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