red roof inn, 5:30 in the morning.

[faithfully dangerous]

maybe all this was a lie-
maybe i am living a lie-
this room in quiet with
the radiator humming,
faint breathing and
mind numbing-
dirty covers uncover me
and fire-bird fingertips,
a hint of stale smoke
and the taste of your lips-
yearning for you
and this swollen dream,
caught in the middle of
what's hidden underneath.
just a smile from you,
a minute or two,
and a wave goodbye.

 

[yoUr bLiSS]

caught in the middle of
what's hidden underneath
this is amazing beautiful work...all of it.