the blackness almost hums to me
with the sweetness of the afternoon air surveying the room
and the light shining on the fresh linen bed sheets
captured the perfect rays of sunlight across your cheeks.
i only manage to hold on to a small thread of reality
before i lose myself in all your beauty
and that's when everything starts to replay in my eyes
the sinfully sweet demise of what happened between us
disintegrating with a wink of disguise
and like a vinyl on a record without stutters and glitches,
glimpses of the past and memories
keep me close and guarded. that's all it takes.
-kb
