torturously slow and
(we're not saying anything so)
I'm melting fast into this
a b s t r a c t - n e s s
where everything we say is only in metaphorical and
but now we're knotted and tangled into this collage
with the tears resting in my eyes and
your fingers laced in mine and
for things a little less tangible
to free us from this horrible,
incredible- calamity, my love
(kiss away this tragic dust),
hide these clocks in our tiny little pockets and
throw out the reality in .us.
My looking glass was smudged and chipped, the seconds were kisses and
when they said we had fallen...
we knew we had jumped.