Smeared
What speaks best is never say
What sparks flash is sleeping
What starts first is ends and stops
And then comes clean with smearing.
Take the cherries out of pies
Take eyes out of beauty
Call distant views back inside
Be more to love by fearing.
What you fear is if and no
And how your mind is ending.
Can you feel the curls that creak?
How late are you open?
