11/10/2010

Smoke and Mirrors

Blistered blue preoccupation
Cracks the surfaces of mirrors
Seeping into the fractures
Infecting the reflections,
Of the recluses
Who shun their counterparts.

Jagged gusts of air
Caressed hollow bones
Invading buried apprehension
And unbound desires.

The obliged will hold your hand,
and tell you what you want to hear
with inky irises and delicate sighs.

Astronomical lights,
will drive the introverts
To exist on the side,
The moon is darkest.