barefoot at the riverbed
dusk has begun to set in
the red strokes in the evening sky
dull into a bleak nighttime
a song straight from the woodwork
starting out with the wrong footwork
you sidestep my smiles to avoid my gaze
floating on clouds
letting me down in the easiest of ways
i’m distracted by the angels that glow upon your tongue
flying away between the breaths in your song
is this my reflection of someone actualized?

back near the river, still no light has sparked
was my vision extracted by your still-aching heart?
it seems i taste blood but when did that start?
i reach for my eyelid, but it is hollow and dark

as damp as the wet ground
as hot as the first touch
as removed as your love was
when i whispered you a secret