to sit on a stoop in a dangerous daze
where everything feels avant-garde
days at oakhurst
where we fought in circles
to avoid a world of a million candles
with running wicks and endless wax
stuck in a void of black
between here and there and opaque wind
rescind or live, to fight or taste your lips
went from love you to hidden views
secrets and lies came too soon
infidelity became the room
bed and sheets wreak the hate we knew to be
how life could flash before your eyes
the way the moon hit your knees
to create shows in the eve at night
he calls your name
i said you’re mine
destiny rang but you swung from vine to vine
the hidden power believed to control what will happen in the future; fate