in the habit of creeping
keeping
all my dreams
hidden in drawers
a pocketful of sores
that just won't be ignored
barely consciously endured
still i do.

were you planning on peeking
seeking
all my dreams
yet to unfurl
shower promises, shower pearls
but i'm not that kind of girl
yes it's known throughout the world
and you do.

in the everyday dancing
trancing
all my dreams
lie here in this
your tragic sacred kiss
fading softly into mist
how could lovers not exist
in such subtle sweet remiss
as we do.

the best idea
seems to appear
as yet to run
in such as some
with hearts as ours.

his subtle flowers
no longer empowered
to moralize
what's deepest prized
yet so despised
by hearts like ours.

in tomorrow's turns
we'll find what burns
in tethered lies
and sweet goodbye's
while forever tied
to hearts devoured
yes those hearts,
hearts
such as ours.

to nmh

everything smells so wet
everything feels so set
floating in chaos of panic
hips burn, aching tantric
overwhelming sound of
daily life so subtle
impare & impede flows
of rhythmical rubble
swaying souls
decaying molds
consistent dream to
silent scream
fearful song singing old.

fighting more
less careless
demons' dress
untressel mess
deniably wait
for midnight's date
or fermented toil
in oil soft soil
sweet neuroses
timid & low key
apparent term sorrow
loyalty tomorrow
pale curtains spin
wretched room din
music tear quakes
in fasted mistakes.