You bandage my wounds
before bedtime...

...

Uncover the Exposition
There's beauty...

Crystal balls saunter
sapphire snow angels turn...

I try to shout to her....
but my echoes have no balance...

...

You have danced across the ocean
never sinking with each signature...

The bruised and heavy number
trying to settle on your eye bags...

I am the sun,
not universally loved or craved...

How do you prevent thoughts from
reentering when they have barged in...

I've often wondered myself if sweetness
is the type of velvet voice that will fade...

Even though I'm sure you'd disagree,
I feel we're headed back to square one...