28 March 2009

This thing

It crawls beneath my skin
It makes my skies purple
It sets my flowers on fire
It turns my dreams to bubbles.

It crawls beneath my skin
Turns my brain into a whirlwind
Sets my fingers to sand
Makes my knees collapse.

It crawls beneath my skin
I see it in your eyes too
And it looms over our heads
Dictates our every move.

This thing
This thing
This love.