The tension of distance explodes in friction
As two feet learn to dance again
Stumbling, fumbling, hesitant and clumsy
Stumbling, fumbling, hesitant and clumsy
We try at least to walk again
Chipped nails and speared tongues
Chipped nails and speared tongues
Our voices quiver in uncanny dissonance
As the familiar is dug out of forgotten crevices
Of a mind that had long drifted on.
Faced by the stark plurality of worlds
Mirrors shatter as reflections stain
The strain of reliving every detail,
The strain of reliving every detail,
Every blemish, every look, every touch,
Every last word
Is every bit as shattering as is euphoric
And yet stung, battered and bruised
Is every bit as shattering as is euphoric
And yet stung, battered and bruised
Our war scars are dearer to us
Than the smiles appearing with the suddenness of a rainbow,
Lost before we can be quite sure.
Harmony, accord and treatises of peace
Can only be black or white we realise
As we trail blinded by mists of greener dreams and fantasies
The skin we tear at in the name of boundaries
The skin we tear at in the name of boundaries
Is raw and slowly turning a dull shade of soft purple mornings
And we rub our eyes spreading out memories
And we rub our eyes spreading out memories
In thin films till they can't be told from the blotchy mascara
That remains somewhere on a finger nail gone unnoticed
And we stretch cracked lips till they primly purse
Drawing blood and not the smiles we sought.
And we stretch cracked lips till they primly purse
Drawing blood and not the smiles we sought.
Eyes lowered in remembered chivalry
We depart
Lest the bitterness pull us deeper into an embrace
And we walk away
And we walk away
The whispered silence following us.
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