Tired Eye Calls Short
In the absence of you
my wet tired skin
wraps and curls within
the longing of angels
I imagine my funeral
under a dark sparkling sky
no one mentioning
the flickering laughing eye
My body is turning cold and blue
yet sunlight hits me, i think its you
a naked morning of sunlight
where it is a memory of god
If i could place
all clothed emotions
into a quite box,
i would send it to you in another life
my hands run in a smooth music
over a forgotten body
i cant seem to reach
in a drunken mind of a ocean
If my laughter
could be scribbled out in bones
you would be there
draped in regret
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