She measures love in ink
and by the storm brewing in the sky
She measures love in torment
and by the look she finds in your eye

She measures moments in seconds
itching movements beneath her skin
She measures moments in ecstasy
aching touches that breathe with sin

She measures a look
with a jaundiced eye
and a gesture that's so worthless
She measures a look with a sigh
then turns back to something
more worth it

She aches to be touched
but cannot stand
a hand that's raised toward her
She aches to be spoken to
in a soft sweet voice
angels sighing in harmony
is what she prefers

She kisses all that touches her lips
be it poison or profound
She anchors herself
to the hands at her hips
it keeps her head from floating
to the clouds

A solid point of connection
is the world she has so often tried
that has been wasted by much rejection
*she writes such perfect lies