Some Natures Catch No Plagues

Smiled that kind of icy blue smile
 Of a noonday reckoning
 Tied together to
 Tell-tale pictures
 Sketched in sand castle plots and plans.
 Similar starting points
 Both for sin and shooting blanks
 But it's always
 The unseen sharp pang
 The awkward rhythm of the dance
 Like a tick-tock clock
 In that heart of hearts...
 Repeating (2x)
 There is no happy here (8x)
 Devil may care touches
 Trickled down
 Spine, thigh, and breast (4x)
 May never
 Truly
 Illuminate
 Illuminate the finer art of heartwork.
 Devil may care touches
 Trickled down
 Spine, thigh, and breast (3x)
 May never
 Illuminate
 Finer art
 Heartwork
 The finer art of heartwork
 I was turning over
 With the sheets
 Facing your arched back
 Thinking of how my eyes
 Half-opened
 Caught her arm
 Moving from side to side
 But never to me.
 It's all connected
 By blank words
 To tell empty promises
 Clumsy miscommunication.
 So we say what we will
 To see what we may