little red spilled
        over   tonight
from my overflowing
       rather
         discontent
               heart

     gushing it’s way
                into my aura

i want to warn you
                     (no)
i want you to fall into my trap 
      abyss choking
on                  dreams

shadows have stories to tell
      of who was here
               
morning arrives
       again
         and
        again

     persistent reminder
of the lump in my throat
      where you rise
           and stay
    
you said
you were here
shadows fall
day ends
shadow recedes
you say
you are here
pitch blue and violet
crimson velvet petunias

     the woman
     in me waits

     the man in me
     tries to close the door
                                     or
      go through it
    two people in one
      one in a handful
       of my remains

dig the soft earth deep
it is dry from the acid winter

and
lay me to rest
       allow me peace(please)

at the tips
now beneath the skin
almost within reach
and yet
not.
in a finality of beseeching lay me to rest
allow me peace(please)

at the tips
now beneath the skin
almost within reach
and yet
not
in a finality of beseeching
       silence falls on me
              pleading
(for)       your presence
      now
    a layer
       of
dust and seeds
fill my mouth
flowers will grow
where words once begged
rapture without a god

resurrecting in 
crimson velvet        petunias 

…

Dee is from lahore. loves old trees, words and surreal nights~