NAKED WALL

listen too the tears
running down the wine glass that never stained
there too late to pay tomorrows rent
yesterdays already here
spent 30 days
spent 30 nights
staying drunk with you
writing poetry on the walls
your yellow hair washed me every forgotten dawn
we touched in torture
scream inside me
for i am all you see

i hear you cover the face now
and talk to the clouds
fingers dont know you
with beauty never allowed
nakedness
drinking
poetry
where we tore of each others smiles
and capture allowed