These patterns, lying silk and swollen
Condense into a growing mass that rolls
Collects and fractures normal happiness.
These dances, futile burn and passion
Restrains primate urges and leaves
Forgotten dreams and dying sorrows.
These flames, blue running smoking
Tire from hopes that never meant
Simplistic love that you and I could share.
These words, stiff flight and point
Cry away to ease the unfulfillment
Breaks the silence that is all that's left.
These departures, these swift closings,
These silver screen - vasceline tears,
These paintings, and velvet kisses.
