One
pin
drops
within
piercing
through
my
delicate
skin

A
single
no
­across
the
web
rips
the
ladder
into
a
thread

It
all
slides
through
fingertips
until
the­
next
salvation
of
yes

Climbing staircases made of dark clouds
Dust settling, consuming step sounds
Lightning flashes mirrored from within
Discovering a more translucent skin

A solemn solitary place of vow
The offering of the timeless, the kiss of now
Alone, marching into the abyss
Yearning, scratching that distant surface

Steps disappear as terror prevails
Caught by the fingertips of the exhale
The smell of the horizon pulls through the mist
Lingering deep in the chest of eternal unrest

Moments of mirages, the houses made of gold
Vision not on footsteps but the unconquerable soul
Once again the dark cloud slips through the seam
The house dissolves into the eyes of the dream

Salt in my eyes but still I dont cry
forcing a forget t'ord the bitter lies.
An empty chest, the unattainable gift.
The stones remain through the waters I sift.

I am the hand that points only out
as winds of justice escape my mouth.
My sweater clings as my breath expands
Accuracy and obedience, my only friends.

Its not a choice, it stirs in my blood,
don't you think id change if I could?
I have no choice, I am a slave to my line
Otherwise, what have I been doing all this time?

Silvery light begins to weave in,
ending after ending I refuse to begin.
Shards of broken glass in my hand now gleam
A futile gift of sight when I have never truly seen.

I did have a choice, the glass shows my blood
I'd give anything to go back if I could
I dont want the choice, the fear eats away now.
Tears roll down my hands as now I take a bow

Your tan won't matter,
nor will leather shoes.
A wink, an eyelash flutter
Eyes that look only through

Her darkness penetrating
your light, but a dream
Inside her silent fountain
you, a trickle touch of stream

Your perfume may entice her
A cleanly shaven caress
But to get down inside her
march through your own mess

To really get down inside her
all you knew stands in your way
**** all your shine and shimmer
the polished opinions thrown away

Even on your knees, she cannot see
Even your serenade, she cannot hear
The only volume she can muster
is the volume of your love or fear.

Stand, sit, lean or cower
Poetry, curses, gold or brown
Dive into her world of power
Leaving ripples without a sound.

If i walked backwards
to see your face
now shining
in the fake sun
you called love
I probably couldn't
help
but laugh a little.

Its all just so silly
you see
its all just so nothing
you and me.
A game we called "us"
and the rules
we called 'trust'

But now that
the pieces are back
in their clear box
the players sit back
cross-armed and
confused
how they both lost.