morning s smile bright rainbows perch obscenely on my wall illuminate the imprints of your sleep upon my bed and perfume of your hair through dreams of roses seconds swiftly creep but with the close of my night-blinded faith i rub the sex out of my thickened eyes - mascara run from pleasure circles black as natural in streaks as gray-blue lies the smile of morning s yet to be unveiled for eyes desiring nothing but salt sweat i woke up laughing at my open wounds and mocking prayers i can t prounounce quite yet a morning just the same as all the rest awoke me from my nightmares yet again entangled and entwined in silken knots i taste upon my breast the scent of men once more the grimace climbs to match the sun disgust with staples that don t hold legs shut i shake my dark oiled hair free of the bed and peel the latex from my wrist s last cut the sheets thrown out the window once again and bloody ceilings will be wiped to white and no use in regretting what has passed for love has learned to only last one night