The lonely spaces between his fingertips
Invite her
The whirling of his blue eyes
Intrigue her
The mountains of his lips
Demand her
The softness of his touch
Devours her

Sleep taunts me and bad dreams haunt me
Lying awake only to fall into a nightmare
Waking up crying, screaming, panting
Grasping for air that can't come quick enough.

"I'm drunk" she said as she clutched onto my arm
Her hair dangling off her shoulder flickering in the wind
And her eyes glinting as they reflected the street lights.

Her heels quaked at the uneven concrete and she giggled
She wobbled, tightening her grip bringing me closer
Each step she took was a little bit messy and incredibly charming.

She stopped mid stride and turned to me
Standing so close that I could feel the wisps of her flowing skirt
Dance across my thigh.

Her lips parted just a small amount
And mischief flickered in her eyes
She leaned forward grasping at my neck

Inches away from my hesitant lips
She whispered something coy
And she spun on her heel with as much grace as her drunken self could muster

"If I were a boy" she said, her back now to me
"I'd think you were my world"
And before I could inquire more our cab pulled up.

And we, were headed home.

We sit in silence
To others we are awkward
To us we are infinite
Propelled by the fuel
That sits in our cups
And the lust that echoes in
Our sighs.

The nice thing about hitting rock bottom is
That at least you have some ground under your feet
Cause to me, falling gets you no where but down.
At least here you can run.

They left a bible for our viewing pleasure
To tame our souls
As if fables can cure the twisted minds
That lurk beneath our skulls.

They left a bible for our burning pleasure
And we watched the flames eat the pages
Smiling as they screamed "you are ******!"
We didn't listen.

I could paint a thousand pictures
But they still would not equate
To the meaning behind your words.