Love

Deceitful eyes, she's got those 'come get me' thighs. She's the only one, who knows how low she can go. She speaks the lines that can control my mind.

so not sure about anything I write anymore, hope this is ok.

Lies were trunkated and stored behind the sofa in a space that occupied an emptiness between the far wall and a geometry of woven cloth.

never understanding the soul that painted it nor the glance of a new moon as life exhaled a breath of inner storm.