and everything will get bent out of shape.
I note the discrepancy, and it reflects back twice distorted.
Things in mirror are closer than they appear.
All senses are heightened in your presence. A scratch is a cut, a touch is an embrace.
So when one subtlety changes in your face, the whole sky turns. Here...all the clouds make rain.
It should be an Eden but, alas, we blunder. It loops dark circles 'round our eyes. We're just trying to see straight.
We wait on the other, voiding out the exchange.
I succumb to play upon the stage in the heat of a blinding spotlight.
You're off to the side, biding your time while hiding in the dark right behind the glass.
We both bark stark raving mad at the sad moon and rat it out to the sun.
It's no fun when one little butterfly makes a subtle motion
and an oceanic flood ensues.
I just want to love you. Then I don't ...but I can't stop. As if to truly quit.
This is it, it seems.
Sivart
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