I see the amber.ed rain
in a world where my kisses were (in) everything
every .muted. breath.
...in lost thoughts of his fingers running backwards
twisting molten through the scarlet waves of my shadows..
those days he was always sackcloth & ashes
kinda like.. he just didn't know..
...when love was the only thing I have ever known
dreams in glass reflections of where we once met &
knew each other briefly
I be(lie)ved in love..