And
the swell before and after
strangle a piece of me.
Your voice from the shore,
caress my damnable sea.
I know what you will offer,
I am pleading self defense.
For my suffering.
For my iron wind.
For my coal gray wet.

And
my tears aren't enough,
while knee deep in your tide.
Of why you cling to me,
sprung from the velvet bind
tied in my inside's outside.
In the deeplessness.
In the hopelessness.
In the violent ride.
Meet me with your plaster eyes,
swinging on all the ropes
while your wrists are tied.
To kiss where we cannot hide.
Letting our bodies roll
off dock side.

And
it's storming down your lane.
Crush me in the true pain
that I crave.

Swallow up these plum blooms.

And
there is a soul drowning out.
There is really
nothing to the sound.

So follow me to the dark room.

08/01/2011

Posted on 08/01/2011
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