can't wait til these skies
go dead silent.
we are each from
a place of hostility
hold my heart
symphony is my destiny
my hips sway like a pendulum
you can put the blame on me
tell me I don't dance well enough
skip two beats
and our eyes don't match at all
though we're seeing the same
bridge of brown flesh and matching lips
a shake or shudder of the substance
a formula that makes a poem
for the blind
