[ notches (beatrice) ]

By: moridori

how much you mean to me

carved as an echo in the tatters of external (social) memory, your pupils intake
you ask me to write a love song, and my feelings became a vessel for you to replace
with that sound you lay back and you take my voice by movements in tongues
just then you push forward and trace a sundered angel with your hands
a kiss gave her a spell and your eyes glance beside you
intertwined now you carefully undress her, until
its right there, in front of you, you saw me, staring back only not to know or whether to mind, after all you never asked, now my trust keeps track, as we already were, behind the notches of our spines, unknowable is their intention yet eternal are our words

what did she mean
would i want to?
is love what i need
from you

what do you need
so tell me
oh
what I am wont make you

so tell me tell me tell me
tell me tell me tell me
(what you felt)
...
is this love enough?

beatrice
cant you tell how much you
mean to me

beatrice
beatrice

so tell me tell me tell me
tell me tell me tell me
(what we share)
...
so grab my hand
and take me above the sky

tell me beatrice