[SeaN]

I revolve around
these broken candles...
bleeding wax on a
pale table cloth

I move in between
the drips and drops
these spots of humanity
burn marks and holes

I swap this wisdom
for dime bags and papers
for humility and peace
and purity and hope

I lose myself
in words and phrases...
those caviler glances
a hazel-eyed gaze

I'll cut you off
before you get close
for I don't know myself
and I don't know you

I'd love to hold
my heart in my hands
and squeeze until
it stops.