Afraid We Are

such a beautiful fraud
I'm afraid this must be love,

Everything hurts too much to touch
So let go and scream your name
until the burning freeze numbs
away the pain,

dream your fingers lace upon my neck
satin whorls fretting notes of vertebrae
choking chords in bursts of blue,

sign my heart with a kiss/just on paper/in my blood
(songs are written every night)
for you

and I and you


such beautiful frauds

afraid we are, in love...

Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-07-19 at 23:28

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