Fetus

Bloom…
Retrace the warmth
Bruised, bleeding arms
Cure sincere hearts
Blue dust now parts
Faint shallow sighs
Vague sincere cries
Tomorrow’s known
If reflective
You and me
Have always been
Silently permanent
Do you see inside of me?
Do you see to lie to me?
Do you see inside we breathe?
Do you see let’s hide these things?
Years…
Pass slow like glass
Sliced from the tips
Faint, true and warm
Crushed like a kiss
Flowering, torn
Insincere love
Rejected, born
Like yesterday’s dove
Do you see inside of me?
Do you see to lie to me?
Do you see inside we breathe?
Do you see let’s hide these things?