the night and my expectancies are sitting comfortably in bed beside you
I prefer silence in the last arms under the blanket
cold keeps my body under a hue of lonely
I like to know my colour in your eyes
I can not make you happy
no
I keep you under the moon with eyes of muse
your gaze doesn't sit on my body
I've gotten fat I grew old
I grew in stretch marks
I keep my heart in silence with teeth of paranoia
in my body hope falls in love with depth
the word silences his meaning
in my expectancies erotically gazing you
the arm doesn't seek the touch
the breasts scarred in the night's rock cover the heart
the thighs sit carved under werewolf's yapping
half-breeds caressed by the power of being
the moon watches slowly the cemented rock in the same part of the bed
I sleep brought down by dreams
I don't even see the gazes
expectancies are holding me in androgynous arms of silence