On those neon, metallic skies
sighting Angels
bemoaning their  Majesty,
such are the woes of the fallen
for wistful observers already.

Sometimes he let his eyes rest on hers, it needn't have been painful,
but it strangely was.
He broke a lifetime of avoiding eye contact to show her.
She was worth overcoming obstacles for.

Who knew a man could wear the years so well
Still devilishly handsome
I'll never mutter a farewell
I’ll never say I want you
But ill lean in to every scorching touch
I’ll never deny you, but I’ll never accept you
An illusion
You wrap yourself around me
Tonight I’m preoccupied
 those thoughts won't leave my mind
Tonight I’ll use you
For a handful of regretful moments
I’ll whisper the words that have danced on my tongue
And you’ll say them back
Enthusiastic hands, you’re the first to touch
I don’t want feather touches
I need raging red marks
I need to be reminded that you need me
that you want me