Architecturally speaking, you built me up
On moth wing fantasy and honeyed secrets,
Until I outshone the sun and stars.
Now I'm blind and your eyes have an ashen look,
And I think we lost our way.
I long for purple lipped summer
And watermelon seeds and
Barefoot innocence,
But you stole that
When you built me up.
***
There's a car driving into the sunset and you're in it.
Don't say goodbye, because I am Time and Breath.
I am with you.
Today we spread ourselves across the sky,
Bleeding spectral tears like smiles from a gun and
Tonight we'll throw ourselves into the fire in the sun and
Blind ourselves with unthinking kisses, res ipsa loquitor.
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