Some Natures Catch No Plagues

Smiled that kind of icy blue smile
Of a noonday reckoning
Tied together two tell-tale pictures
I've sketched in sand castles plots and plans
Similar starting points
Both for sin and shooting blanks
But it's always the unseen sharp pang
The awkward rhythm of the dance
Like a tick-tock clock in that heart of hearts, repeating:
"There is no happy here, there is no happy here"
"There is no happy here, there is no happy here"

Devil may care
Touches
Trickled down
Spine, thigh, and breast may never truly illuminate
Spine, thigh, and breast may never truly illuminate
Spine, thigh, and breast may never truly illuminate
Illuminate the finer art of heartwork

I was turning over with the sheets
And facing the arched back
Thinking of how my eyes, half-opened
Caught her arm moving from side to side
But never to me
It's all connected, by blank words
To tell empty promises of clumsy miscommunication

So we say what we will
To see what we may
To find a biblical knowing
In this last few hours
In this last few hours
In this last few hours
In this last few hours

It's too sad, it's too tragic
I spent myself choking on emotions
Leading up to said misfortune