she can't hide forever behind those eyes

I'm a whisper in a dark room
where my words spark smoke

breathing me in is the best way to get high
but she wont let me intoxicate her lungs

I will not char her insides
and leave her gasping for air

~~

if she welcomes me
allows me to seep into her pores

maybe I too can understand how black
is more than a hue but a way of living
even though the darkness pours from my skull
down to the floors

its a simple evening to understand fate

~~~

she is more than afternoons struck clean
in attics left dirty
and closets full

she wipes her outer layers with car shine
but inside she is dirty