Junk: David Beuthin

David Beuthin

wearing her white gloves
she grabs me without a touch
i look at her eyes
i ask her

do you see my heart?
it is so full
for you

do you see my eyes?
they stare so deeply
into you

do you see my love?
i cannot be
without you

mist falls over her
hair lightens the night
she turns away
my heart turns to junk