recycle me
take me home
boil my emptiness away
perfect me
just hold me
shut me up
could you stand still?
and breathe the ill
inflamed waters
on which my eye totters
if i fell would i splash?
no good, add a dash
of make-up.
 of clothes.
  of good stories.
   of handsome lies.
    of faux imported lust
     of you.

i was just in the way
and she was clearly dove-like
when we were by the chair
and i had my souls on
and i have
an obsession with the words on your face
you sit
you kiss her
you smoke your dreams away
your answer to my unfading question is?:
you kiss me.
i kiss you.
the day spins into
several months
you tell him
he laughs.
i was just in the way
but that wont shame
my obsession
with the words on your face