this night

the cigarettes
the incense
the look in my eyes

it all burns.

wax nostalgia with me for a moment
while waves of music wash the air

if i could just take time
by the hand
i could figure it all out
i'm sure

it all fits together
like shards of broken glass

broken apart from the same mold

hands on my hips
hands on your lips

the world will devour you
if you'll only let it

 

this moment
this night

 

when existence
both crystal clear
and blurred at the edges

 

seems to stop.
it pours into this tiny vessel

 

ready to be grown and broken
while tugging at the seams

 

and discovering absolutely everything.

Reviews

[Amanda]

an interesting look at moment....a night

good work.

Amanda =))