The water tank that gets rid of my map and loiters
A panorama that shakes the winter
Lookit, behind the wall
The faces of lies that the linoleum stares at
I'm confused by anagrams, now
SNOW. WHITE. BLACK. WHO. Me
In the vacuum (space) that turned over (replaced) the cards
I drew with a rusted sword
I don't know the rules to the cipher (code)
Traces of you
The dusk I shut out with my blanket
I wrote with a broken pen
I can't find the words
SKY. WHITE. BLACK... But--
Standing back to back, the temperature that circulates between
The sighs of four-leaf clovers. Put color on them
White shine. Dye the freezing
Scenery with warmth
A definite naked face (thing) that touches an overflowing lake
Sweet reach. Since our irises (eyes) met
And resonated (synchronized)
Your sunny spot
And I, we were here
Even if the thread on our pinkies is torn apart
Stuff into a bottle the jewels that'll scatter about
Why feel? Bind my shivering
Frame (body) with emotion (feelings)
And be embracing it along with the obstructing darkness
Wish true. If light can start
Shining on even shadows
The world need not pray
But, y'know, where will it hurt?
White shine. Dye the freezing
Scenery with warmth
A definite naked face (thing) that touches an overflowing lake
Sweet reach. Since our irises (eyes) met
And resonated (synchronized)
Your sunny spot
And I, we were here
Sunlight. Let me sleep near
The hours when I start running
A small spring season that the low voice I use surrounds
With "if". Since the two of us join hands
And tie them up with a ribbon
Your sunny spot
And I, we were here