01/10/2014

 I have perfect vision

Through the eyes of my 

Shadow self

 

As I watch

The air is odorless

I hold it in my mouth

and pass it with blood through

My lungs

 

It courses forever

and l am in love

Because it 

Knows

Me

 

In this armless embrace

I hold in the smoke

That could be the

soul of all this

 

smoke born from

an eternal fire that burns

us chosen few

 

It leaves its mark

On everything and everyone

Blistered and scared

And almost

Alone

 

Almost…

 

And ALMOST becomes the

Whispered cry that echos through

the rest of these nights as we both hold

Our breath until

it burns