i beg in rotation
to remember
without question
how it felt before you
we stand at edge
screaming from
our lost haven
do you feel it?
i was dancing
in the garden
wondering if
i had lost it
the psychosis burns
flames thrive
i love to feel
a little devilish
to stand at your feet
would be to stand at hell
everything seems to be
everywhere but here
i can feel it
i can taste it
i even told you
how i embrace it
we’re dancing in echoes
in gardens of forests
i stand at your edge
looking for infidelities
everything sounds
like broken poetry
your name, your voice, our vice
and i take
but not to run
words which i can throw with
your echoes still call
i feel like
i can taste it all
just a touch of heaven
or is that what they call this?