You were breathing me in
like I was your favorite flower...

I was suddenly cast behind the bars
crashing into a burst of missing belongings...

Your touch upon my windows
has cursed my once short sight...

Have kisses stained your skin
or have they brought muse...

Will I ever find you
beyond the wrath...

I told you the weather was nice
and the sky was colored in liberty...

Dusty walls;
clouds of thoughts...

Did it embrace your bruises
did it enfold your numb soul...

Misfortunes will become fine artwork
and time a slab to display...

The clouds
made no art to the sky today...

..as more mornings continue to vigorously crack...
the little things resting on the edge of dust...

Come caress your love on my skin,
comb these prolonged kisses...