I feel it in the air
slipping away from bedsheets warm
cottonblue over dusky eyes
regretting eyecontact with slipping boy
toe tip shoes in hand,
down numbered hallways
the clouds are rollin' in
he sleeps still
white sheets wrinkledcold
vanilla fragrance in the air
blankfaces, hustling bodies
crisscross jaded avenues
slipping past, face down
denying sorrow in my soul
guilt lit glances across hunched shoulders
still time to turn back
to bed and cotton sheets
leave the unfaithful sidewalk
smooth steps falter
blank grumbles march on past
robots of the day
unfaithful glances ahead
blackhairedcharming faced man
leans against stopped metal
beckoning calling
breath whispers past chapped lips
past dusky eyes, drifting, watching
visions cloud your eyes, smiling laughter,
boy in bed, pianopoetry
feathers falling pillowfight
give that up to unfaithful
murder boy in white cotton sheets
hurt the heart,hands,eyes,love
