Despite Being Stranded In Another Solar System, She Still Tastes Like Three Shades Of Gray

1.

scintillating sleek skyscrapers

lining the horizon

 

and I am hungry

like a car low on fuel

 

burn the palm trees

in effigy

 

what do you give

the man who has everything

 

how do you speak

in a language of blackened halos

 

sometimes the only thing

that remains to do

is pressing down the accelerator

 

and yelling

like no one can hear you

2.
how many times

do I have to scrape the walls

 

your face climbs

the mountain of my heartbreak

 

but all I can do

is rain down upon the landscape

of our painted past with the fire of regret

 

you were wearing black

and I couldn’t take my hands off your hips

or my eyes off of the sparkle of mischief

that was dancing from a thousand yous

 

the broken mirror

on the floor

 

the throbbing heart

in my chest

 

something’s got to give

because I cannot live like this anymore

 

but still we dance

inside the earthquaking halls

of my dilapidated memory

 

and somehow

if I’m honest

 

I still love

what we were

3.
Smooth rhythms

sands descending hourglasses

hands intertwined

 

lips blooming

as one

 

underneath this napalm dynamite

love banshee

 

In your arms

soft against the bed

 

I believe in

the sunrise