Naked in the glass.


Seems like I remind you of the cool black velvet nights
When you slept without clothes under a felt rose above city lights
And the hands that fell to your thighs, faster than those whom ate all your lies
Were warm like blood escaping from cold stressed eyes

Wrapped you in the panther cloak of nightfall, pressing lips against your sadness
Redefining what they previously called madness …I’ll show you Andromeda

Rip you across sheets like light traveling through space, running away from Dark matter
Climbing deep inside of you, gripping the rungs on your DNA’s ladder…how about some air?

“How about, I’m here?” said the clever whomever

I wouldn’t have it any other way, than you causing delay to misfortune and dismay, then showing me the immortal’s way….walking off, stepping onto the ocean…as the clocks decay.. …


It seems..

we are rewinding the pause, to press play.



About Oil Underneath

I drink glasses of cold water.
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