Inviolate

Nobody has the slightest clue but there are no leads, either... We have made sure of that. The paradigm of who we are has been put forth and created by the ones we love as much as we created it in our own minds it was made blow by blow blade by bruise and with hot and cold breath as we have fluttered along to amuse and confuse those who endure among us as we endure ourselves. Not to quench, but engulf. Let's add... "Take it as you will!" We have proclaimed. "We don't need your pretty recriminations!" But at the end of each day, you linger and I have the image of snowdrops of your teeth on your lips And the thickness of your lips and your eye lashes when you roll your eyes or when they beat to the rhythm of your blossoming dry eyed and thick lipped dreams and cream. No one can take the proclivities of my heavy heart. It is a stupid start from the heaving and aching (it's unseemly) from the breath that goes down a notch and escapes the leaps and bounds of the lips that have done all, cursed you and kissed all the bits of you. I wish for sustance in the gloomy places and lightness in the treaden on ones. Perhaps it is not a false paradigm afterall, when we say it's not so. And everyone needs to shut the flip up. Can not help the confidence that enrobes us. Just pretend and put your hands up if you aquiesce to my vision i will put us into real time Let's go together.... I can't slow it down.... I try to enhance and it's a small glance into the darkness, and you aren't there I can never fear That which is not here. We will avenge together if we have the time ... I will make time for us only if you would only spare me a moment And we won't leave a trace.