Smokey darkness surrounds the pupils in my eyes.
Lumps of air and spit are getting wedged into my...

Disappearing into a summer's dusk,
she waits; broken in the fresh breeze...

Sometimes I feel myself drifting into your eyes.
My mind hazes over as your pupils capture me...

Hiding beneath the shadows,
eyes dancing, making sure we're alone...

The porch step, rugged against my lotioned palm.
My pinky inching to be one centimeter closer...

She lay there still in silent,
as a tube escapes her nose...

Roses grew upon my cheeks,
when our eyes locked in place...

Flower
Beautiful...