subtle, subtle, subtle,
the only word that helps.
because last year was only four hours ago
and four hours ago is only a decade away from now
and all I can imagine is two decades ahead
with a screaming voice on my shoulders
will my knees give way to the bubblegum sky
or will I find reason to hold them strong
because the next eight hours are oh too much like
and I am not sure if I can last the length
with a voice on my shoulders and a my knees falling into the sky
only this morning did you invite me to watch the stars
but they have turned to a deep lavender
I find my fingers have left my hands to seal up the spots of darkness above.
and since, I have lost all my freckles to the flawless
to contain their perfection to small stars of pastel skin.
I sit while the sound rages on
and my bare hand must pull out the ears
that cause all of this horrid pain
oh what shall I do now
with no knees or fingers, no freckles or ears
to behold your lovely stature.