The Sky in Front...

The allure of faint whispers.
Into you I crawl,
a beast in your being;
welcome alien.
Absolved by the colors of your sin.
Your secrets swallow me whole.
Beside you in time.
Breathe life into each recess;
exhale across my lips the words your mother taught you.
Your story best told behind closed eyes
entangled in twisted silken sheets
and heard through thin walls by ears unknown.
Think thoughts of forgiveness burned black.
Defy the day.