of all the gin joints in georgia
you are here tonight with me
dancing with silent silhouettes
there's a hope gleaming my eyes
a shine and a want
that you will see as dull
our breath ties in knots
heavy as our heart's content
strangling our souls forever
the skin is cold and pale
ghostly in a way
to the touch of our hands
i remember beautiful pinks
softcore and lovely more
when we dances with each other's soul
the embers of your burning hair
like a fire in its magnificence
slowly moving in the gleam
and the touch of your hand
it is so smooth and moving
electrifying my bones and soul
a voice on an angel it was
like the etudes of Joseph himself
that sung me to sleep
it is faint in our hearts
the beats are calm this time
and we can't feel together
i remember cherry conversations
so sweet i could fucking die
but now i really want to
YOU ARE READING
if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
