close. like silver in the left hand

little links connect to rest

upon these hands defined – I won’t remind

there is no need for that

rather etched – like acid on the glass

this smile yours, these hands are mine

so free we fell – into a greyscale well

the color suits us – ol’ friends of hell

but somehow living on the other side

we cast a net three miles wide

to catch sweet dreams, like stars at night

and paint these walls with broken light

let’s dance tonight

my heart is warm, your eyes are bright

like silver in the left hand

~j.d.schofield