darkness outside the window my reflection
Pyromaniac,I burn for you when we touchI am curious
A nearly full moonRests on a shelf of cold air.Deep quiet of dusk.
postures like a prickcardboard handshakes in passing you don't belong here
She goes on the prowlbeneath night's creamy crescent longing affection .
The heart is but a yawning wound, needs to be burned out. See? There you go...
the wind picks upa whirlkids and horses
You are my moonlight,the darker that my life gets,the brighter you shine.
.Dull grey starlings comeParade on gardens not wonNever too soon— gone
take me to the shorewhere seagulls cry among rockstaste the salty air