S4 - I

A heart wrapped in pitchers and vines
secluded from the touch of the dawn
dwells deeper into the mist and thinks
of pain and love abidingly as one

S0 - I

I look for a settling sigh
to silence her seeming cry
and take my own begotten pain
for which she cuts my every vain
to rid me of all that's hers
a swindling smile, a mind dispersed

Talk to me. Your words are subliming. They distract me from the emptiness of the ceiling above. What do you see when you look at it? is it as plain? is it as boring?

Your lips, your words, perfectly arrayed
your face, with lines bending logic and regret
to see you, is to see the ceiling as a way
to keep you here, and softly embrace