walking home
in the cold
pondering wasted beauty
silk skin raising towards your hands
years spent to get here
not a sincere soul to deeply soak it in
pointless beauty
pointless beauty
inside, outside
thrown away
body walks as if crossing your doorway
as if laying on top of you
one light open
gentle, open, to the sound of your waterfall
to the sound of you’re beautiful
your slaughtered teardrop
my open heart
lain in your arms
and your heart spread out against my chest
saying things
things
things
thrown away
coming home to lay in the quiet darkness
pondering
wasted waterfalls
nothing but illusions
yours and mine
skin, skin, silk skin
skin raises
awaiting your pressing touch
in the quiet darkness
the only truth is the truth of loving who you are
in the presence of another
therein lies at the only answer you’ll ever need