Continuity
Talk to me your feelings, because you feel them alone and I love you. Fly me out and lay me down Coming in a minute, I’d come in a minute. What wasted abuse on tender hips trying to reach upward for warm love coming down. Wasted and abused from tender moments now trying my consciousness. In a battle, bruised from repeated relapses by those hands folding with sorrow, looking down I only hold my own. The lover wants to cry wholeheartedly. The creep wants me to open up again. Now is only a grey stare. Now is only a slow sigh.












