I lie about my name, so you`ll forget I ruined your persian silk carpet

all is not black, white, and grey
going alongside a three way street filled with endorphins of doom.

but the clouds dissipate without warning,,
a choke hold, meant to take away the faint rising of your flat chest,
as you try to draw breath in,
but,

theres a glimpse, a peripheral  mind`s eye trick,
a figure thats not there, but buried
under mounds of flesh and bone

this is simply all of me,

forgiving the sun/son that does not shine.

A cardiac arrest in your gardened weathered hands,
small red heart, beaten, so it begins to start believing

occurring in a moment, suspended in a cheap
granite kitchen, where you never cease,
to fall asleep among the freckled tiles

=not believing the reflection that smirks
triumphantly back, refusing to believe this is all of you=

a mystery. an anomaly,
mud stained boots up to your thigh highs,
your short skirt, daintfully caressing the back of your
sexed out, sex strained knees,
rouged up with the bruises of your lover`s loss of control

mud stained boots, love stained heart,
what happened to the life,
that we once used to possess,
when trees once chose to bloom