Getting louder.

Day 52

Dark to Dark

I gulp stone nails,

And think outside half-finished walls.

9 times falling, trust is frail

But then some must live to fall.

Won't it add inside this whimful,

Heart and head?

In satin, lace -

Your logic ticked beside too skillful

Fingers.

Bed? Without a trace.

Now, a smutty confrontation,

Between weeks of caprice red.

One, two - break

Three, four - elation

Five - You stitched a kiss a head.