intoxicated #87

wind.
cracks.
the light from the sky is dreamy and damp.
my hair whips over my face and gets stuck
in my lip gloss.

soft earth and stone.

strange echoes pierce the dull dead silence
and scurry behind marble corners.

silken muted pastels
and pews

fine-grained glances
in dim hours
grey# 87

and leaves falling softly at my fingertips
_

hours beating at the windowpane like bird wings
lying awake
& romancing the clock

my naked back is always facing you.

gauzy
distant

it's always too bright and oily.
in the a.m.


feathery sleep.


then come the dreams
muted, chartreuse.
tiptoeing down my spine and across my cheek
like frail yellowed lace
...
.

a lifeless hum.

the memories of you are clouded.
like time i never spent
and lips i never lingered upon.

i hear your waves softly crashing behind me
as i wander farther down the grassy hill.

a shadow of dawn on the horizon
like a seashell blush
~


I've tried to hold on, but letting go feels so effortless
nereikalaujantis pastang?, lengvas




____ breathe in under w a t e r
after the convulsions subside
it's faint and delicate____


vascular nevus
night
diffused with a rosebud tinted inebriant.

violaceous
delilah blooming in the afterthought
stormless and stoic

I think you
broke me

(take this as a sign)


I'm not intoxicated enough
to keep breathing without you.

Just enough though,

to stay
alive.