If yours locked into mine,
Two pairs of browns,
Would the silence talk
Of you and of me,
Safe
In a fragile safety,
Loved
With an inflamed hatred,
Destroyed
By an violent innocence?
If yours locked into mine,
Two pairs of browns,
Would you find me pretty
Burnt, broken and beaten
Alive in dead flesh
Dismantled
Disfigured
And Disillusioned?
If yours locked into mine,
Two pairs of browns,
For the space of a blink
Or of a century
Would you hear me plead,
Silent, tortured, hungry
To let me love you
Just one more time?
Was written for someone I haven't found yet. Hope I do. If I don't, oh well.