smiled that kind of icy blue smile of a noonday reckoning the tied together two of tell tale pictures i ve sketched in sandcastle 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 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 spine thigh and breast spine thigh and breast spine thigh and breast may never truly illuminate illuminate the finer art of heartwork devil may care touches trickled down spine thigh and breast spine thigh and breast spine thigh and breast may never illuminate the finer art of heartwork 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 mine 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 these last few hours so we say what we will to see what we may to find a biblical knowing in these last few hours in these last few in these last few in these last few in these last few it s too sad it s too tragic i spent myself choking on the motions leading up to said misfortune it s too sad it s too tragic i spent myself choking on the motions leading up to said misfortune it s too sad it s too tragic i spent myself choking on the motions leading up to said misfortune1