11.18.03
iridescent eyes staring in and out of you
incense burning on cut-out wood
always building up fantasy destinations
compiled high, filled with jasmine sambac
a touch of yellow on the pit of my neck
smelling behind my ears like
tomorrow will never take its peak
freshly lime green paint rolled onto masonite
staying after, boosting together, nailing shut
don't know if there's a back or front
shaking cold with blankets
wishing you could climb out to be untold
fire escape on each door
smile while dialing the last voice
gray sweaters, a sign of winter solace
call on-forth to the sky above the ocean front
laying on quilts that lasted 100 years
contoured into black and white
a cats' sight
mention that you despise
a seen breath of air
moving down
smoking, shaking, staring...
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