Then I am under water for the sea is cloudy or it stings my eyes or at least it seems that way.
I cannot find you in the fog, shaking me off your arm, kissing me hard so our teeth scrape, or too soft so it feels like ass.
The smoke around my ankles slithers like snakes.
The birds fly out of the sky bringing cancer and heart attacks meeting your frozen scream and naked limbs.
For its too thick
and it's hard to walk
and I've lost my way.
I cannot hear you in the wind for it goes over my head or blows too loud and drowns your words or they get caught high up in the tree.
It is a dramatic wind blowing long side bangs.
You cover your head with a brown derby hat to hold your thoughts away from your mouth.
The brunette with blond tips is a painful conductor making the strings cry in front of the man with a half a mustache and a way left side part.
I cannot feel you in the forest for the trees are too many and they catch me when I reach for you and the ground uneven and I fall before I can get to you and the path too windy and I run out of breath before I can catch up with you.
And the columns are crying so sad father died.
Gripping the sides of the podium my jaw locked with revelation.
Why don't you wait for me?
Can't you hear me call through the wind?
Can't you see me entering the ocean?
Don't you feel like waiting for me in the forest?
Is it too hard to stand still?
Don't you find me attractive?
My heart shaped chest with extra black around the eyes wearing a black vest with double ties in the back.
I'm reading from a book of your fate while my eyes go left to right with the knowledge.
I sit heavy onto a lopsided couch.
Finding the best take
while flipping through the pages of choices