and i do not think i'll ever be
you are broken eye smile fade to
remember the time
i didn't want to
sometimes, you said,
sometimes, i need this and
sometimes i cry
sometimes i fall
sometimes i live and
sometimes, i crawl to your water
forced dry lips
suffer wilting earth, shattered,
death in numbers, said 'death in lies'
refusal of simplicity
bemused, this soft breathing plastic
it lived in your shelter
fold, delicate fold in time ripped wide
and now lost, lust glow, bright from
the other side of everything you can be
these are precious days, gentle lips, begin aching heart