Turpentine

And my feet lift the floor as my arms dissolve into
your turpentine words and ashes, as my fingers are burning.
All of my dreams devoured.
All of the dreams I jammed into the darkness, the line of your jaws.
And my feet lift the floor as my will dissolves,
into your turpentine absence and silence,
as your shadow turns to ghosts,
blending into the whiteness, the holiness, of you both.
I became a bedside stain you´ll erase,
while you dive to another hole,
while I was your seamstress in disguise, trying to patch your soul.
And my morning nauseas; nibbling at your pride.
And my midnight trail; sleepwalking over your life.
I will weight in your heart like a stone.
I will speak in your tongue only when I’m gone,
only when I’m gone And my feet leave the floor as my world dissolves.