trust..

eyes that taste, and break open to a mouth forked in tongue, full of lungs braving beath......earing a rhythm and tapping toe, one that knows...

sand, soaked in sea, clouds captured, ensnared, beg for us...gasp for air

trust in this flavor called love.....

blanket your statement, bury your crest, cradle your confidence, confine your best..

blood can fill us and soak our skin....

can a decision be more....or...break the floor

im in mist...dancing on this dirty floor, soaking each dusts decision....which

sinks with my sin...begin...breath and break, my heart, into a piece that i might be able to swallow......

the taste is from the same burnt memory......do you remember me?