Some Natures Catch No Plagues - Saetia

Smiled that kind of icy blue smile of a noonday

Reckoning, the tied together two of tell-tale pictures

I"ve sketched in sand castle plots and plans. similar

Starting points, both for sin and shooting blanks.

but

It"s always the unseen sharp pang; the awkward rhythm

Of the dance like a tick-tock clock in that heart of

Hearts repeating, «there is no happy here, there is no

Happy here…"devil may care touches trickled down

Spine, thigh, and breast may never truly illuminate

The finer art of heartwork.

I was turning over with the sheets, and facing the

Arched back thinking of how my eyes, half-opened,

Caught her arm moving from side to side, but never to

Me.

it"s all connected by blank words to tell empty

Promises of clumsy miscommunication.

so we say what we

Will, to see what we may, to find a Biblical knowing

Enfolded within the next few hours.

it"s too bad, too

Tragic… I spent myself choking on the motions

Leading up to said misfortune.