Sweet chianti -- bittersweet
My friend; enemy of consolation
Wished to want least
My ignorance become my only peace
Lacerated; cut along the dotted line
Susceptible to your touch
A gentle hand made a fist
My heart, a ribbon, twisted
Knots and bows and choppy ends
True words listen
True words are only true
When they are verifiably false
True hearts are only true
When truth need be found
To walk away is to kill me
To whisper is too lonely
Put the message in a bottle
And drown inside
Oceans between us
Are oceans we hide behind
Atleast when the waves crashed down
I enjoyed the ride
Somewhere between shore and sky
I lost myself in my eyes
And saw it blindly; past disquise
Need it be; until the sunrise
In this infinitive darkness
