leftover liabilities

in early morning hours, dreams

haunt us
into trials of our imperfections

scar under my eye

eternal leftover
kisses
once meant eternal love

now a pathway of tears

into every woman‘s cup

hidden under windows

geared towards the moon

wondering
about density of heartbeats
strange new rhythms housing silent moods

I am scared of speaking

to you, my forsaken dream

nothing is real outside
the velvet fabric

covering my sleep

i hear sorrow
in your words and cry into the melody

of a woman‘s voice

drenching my tiny room's wall

with songs about her longing and her pain

who can sleep

when the air is dense

with the heat of arguments that
remain unspoken

remain uncared for

wounded bleeding feet

carry us 

into fire

into gleaming heat

promises

leftover liabilities

keep walking

keep your head up

search for that gorge

hiding
at the end of every creek

until you find what your soul asks for

until she is satisfied

and lets us
rest
in her giant lap

where finally we
may halt in embrace
and fall
into deep condoning sleep