you hold onto your lie
like the lolli-pop handed over
after your teeth have been cleaned
by the hands of another

and i'm left with your floss
that remains within my mirror
to reach within my own
only realizing you never really were
anyway

so in the betweens
i find pieces of you
that i failed to chew
and spit with a fire like
a supermarine

to continue flying as i have
before you sat in the cock pit
holding onto your stick
like it was charmed and golden

but

eyes were our stones
that kept us still
legs our locks
and lips, the secret treasure

but upon its broken seal
came fabricated bubbles
popping like bombs
landing on foreign land

whose language

created unspoken barriers

replaced by your gorgeous teeth





god
will you forgive me
for this self inflicted gaze?
god







so many mouths
so many sugar cubes
but so little honey

oh
sweet
the
decay

our decay