Beneath scarf and tie,
Bristling brush,
I’m sensing your push,
Whispering unto nape,
Shiver and shake
I sense the smell you make,
Caressing sweetly,
Over bruises deep,
I sense the moisture seep,
Massages, kneading,
Tissues torn and dry,
I sense your lies,
I feel the signals,
Issuing their warning,
I sense the sounds,
The restlessness of morning,
I read the motion,
Of waves collapsing,
I hear the warmth,
Beneath your eyes
All lies, all deceptions,
Carefully crafted superficiality,
Entwined with intentions, tailor made décor,
Beneath the softness, lays a jagged floor
Impending,
Through the silence, in the paint,
The forest comes alive, the foliage wakes,
Moving are its branches; broken is the trail,
No time for sorrow; no chance to fail,
Impending doom will swallow,
As the night grows hollow,
Dreams laced with paper cuts
Nightmares infused with trust
