The Lovers

Lover

crowns of sunlight
apples and wine


whispers

Choice, or Invisibility
crush me with your whispers
your silence
your hand resting on my shoulder
your distance crushes me
my Invisibility
choice, each movement is a calculated decision
with fuzzy logic, bottles, empties
cigarette stained fingers
i'm empty
but full of your whispers

crush me
i wish we were Lovers