A kiss from the wind;
Acid from the tounge spills over the vial, cascades the blockades brought forth,
Through tear & fear; ignition lights a scent?
Look not through the glass but around a sound smelling so sweetly; blue hue ilusive, glint amoung eyes, a prize to hold as tangible as ideas, morals to poems & ethics to blame, walking and speed and running so slow.
Beneath, betwixed & juxtaposed, a show with no perform, reforms a mind thats kind to think an ego like mine stands not a test of time.
Self on a shelf, supported by air & wit creates a loft dream, a mis-en-place to a predicament unseen.
Oh well.
These words, like birds swarm with grace seen, not only like a time spent legs dangling, a plan never seeing secrecy. Vaults with faults release a seal of creation, stiffling realist confused and concerned. Words that rhyme time & time, so few make sense, an eye looking at a common sound desperate to touch the smell so close. Jolt and bolt reveal all to be real, false pretence and faux pas become the pavements so tread.
Find solace in the open.
Close pockets to thoughts cast through the wind, which a kiss, did brought.