you .
my my
the manicures and the loose pedicures
cannot keep you from life.
it creeps like a knife;
in ten or twenty years you would take off before me.
please imagine the black gloom i carry.
it is like the lines and the creases and the dead white napkins.
maybe i would exploit this glory pact.
you know i have a term for you;
it is in these terms you feel.
i ask not you carry me up in the air
but i would sway if you blew away like lifeless balloons without a might or a care.
bear me again and not be barren now.
i would not bear to see you go round the other side without me.
because,
life is a closet and a coffin.
the manicures and the loose pedicures
cannot keep you from life.
it creeps like a knife;
in ten or twenty years you would take off before me.
please imagine the black gloom i carry.
it is like the lines and the creases and the dead white napkins.
maybe i would exploit this glory pact.
you know i have a term for you;
it is in these terms you feel.
i ask not you carry me up in the air
but i would sway if you blew away like lifeless balloons without a might or a care.
bear me again and not be barren now.
i would not bear to see you go round the other side without me.
because,
life is a closet and a coffin.
