fallacies (incomplete)

your beauty whispers analytic silences into my ears,
  with death's gaze fluttering
        along your grace and through your hair;
choosing to breathe out my confessions through lack of spine and self-despair;
  but you've fallen hard of hearing,
        or do you choose to ignore my subtle pleads?

I twist and snap my fingertips in your general air,
    searching for the answer inside the curve of your neck;
  a cicatrix to escort my neurons towards the veins of your the axiom substances.

My predilection to your company leaves me breathless
                                    from imaginary romance;
      our lightshow trance,
  and those eyes.

Are you listening?
  Are my thoughts in the place that your
          heart should be?
  Or am I wasting time with broken rhymes,
shuffling down the ocean to pass the time.

  You're locked away in your fallen grace,
your mind has changed, but you're still the same.
    I'm seeing your metamorphosis,
  my shivering butterfly;

Your silences come and go, but I'm still standing above you;
  my wings spread,
    just to keep you dry.

Sometimes you barely glance up;
  other times I see truth in your eyes.

Am I yours?


  Or are you just mine?