V a n i l l a

like vanilla on your tongue
s m o o t h
the way the moonlight trickles down your throat
one spoonful
to help you get the memories down,
death by sugared moods
now bare at the waist and looking for a ride
to // bliss


she feels for you
(you know)
the way you feel a suicide
and soft semptember ghosts
with bluebird ribbons in their eyes
pearly in the
[light that never shines]
like a renaissance, yawning
under gently choking stars


like moths and lamps,
you two were always meant to

\"die\"

in the quiet, euthanasia way
that reciprocals will cancel out
the lonely wind
blowing through your castaway
slow forsaken heart,
stitched with clutching fingers
and a broken |violin|


like lazuli glass eyes
and honeyed seraph sighs
you dance the way a blind man does,
with the antiquity of amsterdam,
aristocratic in
it\'s dry simplicity,
and miry
-spring-rain grace,
and <font size=\"1\" face=\"Lucida Handwriting\">Love</font>
for onewhonevercould.