I kiss your hands to avoid kissing a different man than the one I love. My dreams and my memories are the only times I ever meet him, brush his lips against mine, hold his body to me, wishing I could take him back into my world. In the Spring, our love blossomed like lilacs, purple against vanilla clouds. Summer came, gradually metamorphisising the fragrant lilacs into a drier texture, ashier, yet still withholding their undying odor. Winter buried the body, hiding any trace of a murder.
Winter is where the lilacs eternally lie.
Falling Into Black Missing you Running down chemical asphalt roads Acidic lies, burning the flesh of our love, the vitriolic base tearing the core of our sould into two separate puzzle pieces Expelling from our mouths are words we've never seen or dreamt of. The captain has taken the shipnout to sea without a crew, and from a bird's eye view, I understand our fate, our desting, our nothing, sentenced to oblivion, a lifetime of black, black, nothing but black. A tunnel of nothing, circling like vultures around a thirst driven man in the desert. They only harvest the rich path. Back to original page This page has been accessed 169 times.