closet man

  venus skin tears

wet every brim

of every leash

of every lash

of every part

of your face

in every way

when not awake

or not near

we lose every

part of you

in every way

a bit of me

breaks like a bicycle

and tender heartaches

gossip in summer shades

between lakes

we see a new moon

in the forest

of broken bones

let our romance resume

out in leaking bathtubs

smells of perfume

and chaos exhumes

every soul 

every night

every change of resolve

im a small writer

with problems to solve

i suggest you get rest

and think only of love

as its only down here

the sky shines so clear

to anacid stains

by people deranged

and opium lilies

can make you half silly

as ears too can hear

that which unwritable

is meant to be heard

and only stays listenable

so keep my speech 

stern in your mind

and rewrite every word

in your design

and together

peacock liliies 

will venus 

star shine 

in every way

in every frame

of every mind