My taste is opened up to seaweed's doors
by trying with you I'm bound to succeed.
my heart itself is waiting to deplore
and courage waits on coming out to bleed
a thickened stream, my petal blued disguise.
Maroon so deepened 'round her paler neck,
thrown past my inner-self yet gone untried
to service other reckless whims instead.
What's new, there's nothing left except the seams,
my ink smells nice when soaking in your hair.
The world will know what truth in words will mean
a lily kisses whitened swans with care.
Held back until the moments spent alone
in dimmer skies I reach for times I've flown.
