All the holy kids they nod their heads in distant approval like babylon whispers

White the lights burned against the landscape

Flickered and flashed their shadows danced

Setting free the childish moods they were strained to reveal

Like hollow possession their hearts
were wild and their bodies still

Lying on your back ceiling skies hold unwanted thoughts

Ones only careless lovers carry in their minds

Weight on your shoulders
Pressing down
Pull me under

Black weather can only hide it for so long

Before the clouds part
And sunlight stings your eyes

Burning red, drowned out tears, and subtle fears that something's changed

And for the first time in my life

It's not me,
It's you babe

Cradle your shameful soul

Jet engines howl like some sonic yawn int the sky

And I am in the quarters of my love

She drapes dresses red and black over her skin

Disguising the marks we've made on such foul impulse

Though she holds no regret

Strong in her mistakes, in her victories

Unlike me

And that's all I need

Relief shrieking godlike through the sky
Like some sonic yawn

Staggering steps through the heat

Sunlight beating my eyelids with an aggression only my ego could match

Attention darts with every passing person, bicycle, and car

A flood of fearful hope trembles my fingertips

That somewhere among the shimmering pavement I'll see dark hair and red lips accompanied by a whiff of stale tobacco that was familiar to me as every woman before

My emotions are ahead of me

Raging wild circles

Anxious excitement

And
Cold
Electric
Fascination