I want to fix the hole inside you,
the sworls of fingerprints spinning deep,
those marks left on your heart
that evaporate before my eyes.
we’re nothing more than genes inside of jeans,
faded indigo and faded black.
how I wanted to go back
to those nights
that sapped all the color out of the scenes.
Those jarring shadows alluded
to the emptiness that was to come,
that lingering sooty handprint
squeezing my chest
once the fire had gone out.
It always gutters out,
I can feel that radiation pulsing,
and maybe it’s the heat of your body
so close to mine that I can—
No, I can’t.
I can’t do a thing about it.
Gravity is sucking all the light out,
pulling me as close as possible to you
and I wish it would stop.
Created: Mar 06, 2012Kellysaloon Document Media