beauty transending through your words.... falling falling falling gently and smooth as the leaves do in the fall. lying on my back under weeping pillars -their colorful tears drift in spectrums of orange, yellow, and brown.... slowly touching down on the ground. text encrypted lover, touch down on me and weep your dark shades of black and grey on my face... my pen, my sword, my falic tool of destruction -i feel it grip the cool smooth page that is your body and glide steady to shape your form from the syllables that outline your shape. i tremble from thoughts of touch that has never been.... smiling as i see you in every tear that falls from those pillars so high above me... fragile, dark, and graceful.
