the feeling of her thoughts around obscure components
keeps the world dangling upon her finger
eye lash, sunday dress, and planted trees
turned down the sheets
and exhaled with the stars
as fading wishes
swaps business cards with fading dreams
but her eyes still echo the obscene
a blurred vision of love
as the metaphysical is played second fiddle
but "what happens to a dream deferred?"
does it sizzle and pop?
or fizzle and drop?

its meaning has to compensate for something...
books half-read
and hearts half-broken
as you count
and count some more

he swirl sweat upon your chest
as your fingers seem to stimulate every bump and every being
taken out and written down
taken for granted
the words that pierce
and the minds that speak
to dark clouds
and stagnant balloons
sifting through an eclipse of a nooned sky.