Le Crime de L'ange

She's a favorite shade of uncertainty

Staring at layers like a symphony

Sympathy - the path we choose

Our gentle waves lap into each other

Minimal splash; until we're comfortable

Enough to develop opinions

The crimes of angels

Are fraught with suspicion

Invisible embellishments

Relish mints, not the flavor

But do you?

Oh, I meant

No, it's okay

Yeah, but

When you spin too fast, your nose bleeds

It's exciting to bare witness

To our witless masquerades

How long will we dance

Wrists clasped with rope

Knives outwards

The first time he dived

Into the deep end of the pool

He wondered why

He was so scared in the first place

When you sin too fast, your soul bleeds

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