Karma’s got me by the throat
Watching my consciousness falter
Waiting for when I least expect it
To press harder, harder…
The suspension of breath
Only emphasizes my desperate attempt

Blankets of sunshine
Envelop the room
Dog-eared photographs
Abandoned from their frames

Just that look, and I can feel
The scratches down my back
A brush of a fingertip
And I'm pinned down
Simple words are handcuffs on my wrists
An electric pulse going further, further...

I remember the girl who
Could only sleep on her side
The girl who, passions spent,
I'd find more just in time
I remember the girl who
Like a shadow on white walls
Never went away

Each touch echoes a word
Until they form an endless conversation
With no idea of how it ends
I’m left clinging onto your punctuation

Turning itself inside out
I see the seams that hold it together
Stitch by stitch
Sitting in expectant bliss
Thriving in a basic complexity
The answers are secrets whispered in ears

loneliness, my uninvited guest
sits across with unblinking eyes
as if I'm under arrest
for being in need of a disguise
with his feet up on the desk
flipping through my book of sin