No More

I swallow the sword of silence reading contours of curvaceous blithe trying to understand words like life forsaken like a child on Christmas morn fingertips of time tiptoeing down my back as I stare into muted mirrors of bitter black She lies in weightless wait snuggled with virtue of viscid fate sterile surroundings of unmitigated plight still believing in truth and eternal love oblivious to tines of tears above piercing my heavy heart Her faith never sleeps when I sometimes forget to breathe pounding footsteps terrorizing me praying in shadows trying to collect my fears knowing that tomorrow grows ever near like the hand she once gave me I do not believe in choice sacrificing hope for the pain of remorse doctors whispering what cannot be sung compressions of vows in lifeless lungs As I kiss lips that smiled but days before Knowing I can never say…no more