I Want To Close My Eyes

You’re hieroglyphics splashed against the wall smeared paint rocks and dirt all crumbling into the faint cracks that only I can trace. You’re a line of dots and dashes I can’t decipher you at all spilt gin shaky kisses now trembling a silhouette in bed that only I can feel. You’re beads of brail all the blind can read thick frayed rope A turned stool still swinging a soul and sin eloped that only I can see ... and I want to close my eyes.