brass hearts
a tidal wave
my liquid eyes
consume you
and wash you gently
upon the shores
of fantasy.
you tell me that you love me...
a lie.
not to hurt me
but to keep me
as you are certain you could love me.
well... check mate.
your intensity
and the thrill in knowing
that you would want me to be your's
is what feeds me.
the time that you invest in me
tick tock
another brass heart
for my collection.
you think that i could be the one
but I'm just not built that way
a scavenger
collecting wounded highway-side hearts
...oh how they gleam
in the only steady stream of light
that pierces this darkened forest
tick tocking
filling me with reminders
that all this tick tocking was just for me.
shadows of love soak through my skin
as all of your shimmering brass hearts
decorate the old oak
beautifully ornate
and alive with passions ghost.
i lay back
pale and bare shouldered in the moonlight
embrace's echo
keeping me warm
eyes growing heavy
little brass lullabies
invite sandman to spoon me
and finally
i sleep.
