*a work in progress*
I close my eyes and sway
Between the guitar strokes
As I let my lips linger with smoke
And place my heart on the lines between notes
That are lightly falling but slower in rising.
Careful—no more than I can take.
I shape my face into a smile
With a hint of shadow for keeping secrets.
Someone else’s misty voice fills the spaces in my head,
And I convince myself I’m not me.
Pulled in, drawn to the way shadows can bend
And how people escape
Via vice or blind faith.
All goes as it once came—
Enveloped in sleep.
First nothing, then loved
To perfection, ripe
And plump for a full life.
Blooming Plumeria lulls me
Domicile—If I don’t watch it.
Jackal-smiles and latent empathy
Keep my eyes painted black.
i need to find out where this is going…
