me and a plate

pinacle, timber

musk

incense

set ablaze a soul

that dormant and selfless

creates the shadow of a person

quiet in silence

admiring the view

when the night covers his eyes,

the reflection

stays

true to mine.

as a face in the light

He sticks to the truth

and the truth sticks to him

it's sticky web,

his caught feet

and cat tongue

dressed in saliva

dressing sweet and toxic

creeping and watching

stabing and cutting

the hiding of light

covering, shivering

trembling and freezing

Will you uncover

yourself as truly

free soul

I want to dance

in the face of the

hidden moon

and be true

Say in my mouth

that you'll be with me

Whisper in my eyes

Whisper please

minty drink

a lemonade, a kiss

kiss me yours