Shadows scorn your eyes, Making you The puddles that surround your feet, Hurled there by your fingertips. Can the lashes Atop such a delicate gaze Carve out more than the fear in your face? For like dewdrops on blades of grass, They fall from the black. I am in needless Frailty, Whispering between the stones Wrapped around my neck. You are in love With the cruelest, flattest reflection To your dimensional self. I want to kiss What cannot fly With wings made of broken dreams. Beauty rocks you away From the ivory sky. You are keen to kiss Your hands, laced with your tears. I want to drown you Softly In a moment that leads into the flame, Of a warmth as kind As what ignites you from behind.