running down cobbled streets,
did you see the fading lanterns?
knocked and broken in retreat,
everyone shut their doors.
pounding echoes of vibration,
the oxygen was inhaled and all
the crooks ran without hesitation,
red tears flooded the tunnels.
tick tock. bated breath
for the invaders are seconds away,
hounds of love can smell death
from your eyes; beautiful blues
stare into nothing but winter,
frozen but still moving. like spring
melting the snow, your lips deliver
the faintest touch...
echoes are no longer, shadows become
brighter, you know you want her
