i lie before myself
standing on fine lines and bright lights
how i used to hold myself
we stand at edge right
bouncing from rhyme to rhyme
you were my wine
my late nights, ambien and cries
my ambient light
we bent in thought
i danced without cause
it was all but a was
we take chances in fire
to feel less than holy in our iron
a deadly lighter
man stuck between dividers
hell bent on reflection
we bend to go deeper
twisting bodies to remain that all remains
remnant in cause of
to be one with sanity
vibrations of you
touch of your hand
the alchemy of our horizon
mountains in the distance only remind me
shades of blue
the patchouli, your scent
two necks in a coil
three sheets to the wind
broken wine glasses at roosterfish
we mend in moments
little things said and we reflect
nostalgia sometimes kills
yet i like the pain of remembrance
history of
are our only memories
to be one with or to be without
lips on a forehead
little things are sometimes
everything
roosterfish