the poet was dead before you got there

the size of my love
is this breathing light
that puts me inside
a flooding ship
slowly disappearing at sea

You can find it
in Berlin
or behind some great wall
maybe even
inside this metal heart
of mine

a wishful alignment
to a fragile fall
from this day-long act
of suck
and fuck
and the occassional lips
til our skin pressure creates
shades of grey

this social storm
yells after cherished dreams
lost in a subway

sure
i'll breakdown the window
so you can see
and if you ask "where?"
then I've lost you touching me

so don't waste my sunrise
on confusion

true
your perdus gaze
made me afraid of everything
that can pass the time
but
i gave that up a long time ago
so evolution would stay with me

now
i'm a soul stealer
on earthly plane
and in order to fly
you use this energy
teasing me playfully

but
i can smell the minute cracks
in your laughter
and slits of darkness
shine through them periodically

so tell me
how much longer will we play
til i find gold?

pick a number please!
before i slip and bleed
on angels and pranks