Vines and echoes spill catholic eyes
The brightest of memories hark the sun
When demons cry or the earth stops
On slender toes that dance on sand

I am a dagger filled with time
Like burning pedals reek on tired ears
Then daytime dreams beget sultry, hot
And ooze perfect down her subtle leg

I said it, thus it is, I can’t turn back
For every moment lies consumed beautiful