Sometimes I hear footsteps, sometimes not
you pull the curtain,
we invite vanity, not love.
when words chose you, not me
a meaningless divide,
I want to escape
baritones in wordless conversations
the truth is buried,
how do I tell you?
cloudless evening holds promise
wooing our skin,
you end up with a spherical smile.
what about missing the raspberries?
insulates me from your sweet tongue.