one more

we scrap the blood of the the wounds
a day old
my life is more than just one breath
and there love was forgotten after the first kiss
three years earlier

we build walls in space and
corrupt pure thought by desires
like licked fingers and children toys

the fury is close but the flames warmth has gone over the mountain
toward the decaying moon
we shiver in the sunlight
if we could pray to our wrinkles and own undefeated hands
would are will be good

but she bats her eyes at me when your not looking
and you shake your ass when my back is towards you
so terms we come too
and we never learn
never keep it to ourselves
the plague is only how short life is
write it on one page
a short story explanation
of why it went wrong
like good milk
or bad cheese

the dreams don't settle in the same place we rest our heads
somehow they are
above it
but darkness loves the dank
the dilapidated
and it could just be one last try