UndeRsight_____

In sleep\ creation becomes forgotten, disregarding a
letter in smeared scrawl and jealous calligraphy; of
monogamy and love half passed to infidelity.do you ever
feel broken fragments of memory surface? some feeling,
some\ sleep. This still life in carbon black and white
washed out walls surrounding hunched love and slouched
longing (the charcoal drawing of the room we slept in).
barefoot/dizzy/symphony. He felt a gorgeous blue chill.
crushed into the night sky, and murmured under burning
touches.languid whisper of spring rain. delicate like the frantic
smell of bitter blood. delirious road love, like moth wings.
and you spend forever with me...under the muddy moon.
Incandescent confidant, dont go back to sleep/dont dream\
say more about the ebony rain of november, rose to red.
silent.damp.and warm like thighs.answer me atleast...in a whisper.