{ everything not saved will be lost }

here comes again the feeling that something’s wrong,
that something’s odd,
a long lost carol
playing in the background of my mind…
something odd enough to make me feel uncomfortable
in my own soft skin
except the vermillion rush
the everflowing blood
that runs in my veins
[ this sacred place that ever truly felt like home ]

can’t you feel that
something is
off course ?
that
something is
on the brink
on the fringe
of swallowing us
w h o l e ?


and those hands
and those hands
ever reaching
E V E R
y where

somehow on the edge of this feeling,
i still wish i’dcovet
the very fabric of your skin
the tightness of your tongue,
possess both your veins & lips.

i wish this odd time had another taste
that the one that lingers in my mouth.
somehow i yearn
somehow i dream
i could steal your lips

from those hands
ever
reaching

e s c a p e
from
this
damned
spiraling time


[ something’s wrong, but only our blood knows how to make it perfectly right ]