All It Is, Is An Echo

zarocat

String after string noting me out of my mind
Spreading & showing off the flexibility of these lips
Yelling way to far into and out from the entrance
I can’t help it
It is evolving into whispers far off to you in the distance

Shadowy steps without form in each direction
A spiral of threaded hearts looking in
Eye to eye to see
and walking away and sometimes back again
My sense has no detection
of lust anymore

Noting me out of my mind
It’s a door after door after door slamming slam after slam
Noting me out of my mind fluently in elasticity

Circular dilatation forms whispers
Hardening the distance
She & he
Must mend

Priced hearts for free at the cost of forever nevermore
All too far out in the distance for I am walking but struggling
Through the narrow lightless of shadows
Promising me, you or something
To harden the distance