Dark night
Seen through dark eyes,
A solitary star
Draws my eye.

A soft breeze sings
A cricket accompanies.
A harmonious duet at a
Sunset concert.

Crushed lapis blended
Into a sapphire sky, and
Brushed with blood,
Kisses the mountains.

A single tree on a mountain top
Silhouted
Against rogue clouds
Fleeing a war of lights and sounds
Over an angry, tormented sea.

I have a brother.
He doesn't share my blood
But we share a life
Hidden from others.

I've known of his every lover
And he's known of mine.
We've known eachother
Though we'll deny it.

I love him for his mind,
He loves me for mine.
No, I lie.
He loves me for my body.

I know his darkest desires,
His hopes and his shame.
He knows my dreams;
I've tried to hide my failings.

We've been lovers -
But only at night!
When dark deeds
Can be hidden

When the sun is out
We sit and laugh
Like brother and sister, but
The kind that don't fight.

I've known of his every lover
And he's known of mine.
We've known eachother
Though we'll deny it.

My every love
Competes with him
Even though
They don't know it.

He's married now.
The wedding was last month.
I didn't go
But I will see him soon.

I know his bride.
But I will not see her.
He and I will spend some
Time together - family time.

He doesn't share my blood
But we share a life,
A life which will remain
Hidden from others.

Stiletto** marks in the tarmac,
City's been so hot it melted.
Linen shorts replaced by less;
In the evening, it's cooler.

Black lights and black bras
Glowing tops and blue tongues.
*** on the beach; one drink
Too many. But it's worth it.

Tongue piercing and
Two Prince Alberts
Discovered in a hurry.
It rocked fast like the night.

*** on the beach. One more.
We did it again.
Spilt a little. Blue stain
To match her tongue.

It's a work out. Higher heels
That make no mark.
The tarmac is safe;
Can't get stuck.

Glow sticks and necklaces
To hide the stains.
Top's still glowing
And every smile shines.

Black light. Black light.
Black light. Blue tongue.
Blue stain. White top.  
Black hair. Black light.

Then Dawn arrives
Bringing a sobering breeze
And destroying the fake light.
It's time for linen again.

Glowing pools of cande light
Arranged carefully around the studio.
A steel cage stood, big and strong
So unlike the man outside.

An experiment
For kicks,
For love,
For leather.

Manicured nails, gelled hair and
Sheathed in Armani.
Standing, observing and evaluating
The other and the scene.

The city bustled, street lights shone
And people walked by
On the street below.
Laughter penetrated the window.

Hypnotized, the clock stopped ticking,
The violins got louder and
The laughter faded
As though the window thickened.

Picked up the sharp thongs
Coiled by the gloves.

Violins again and again
Kept repeating the beginning
Of the same song but
I loved it every time.

He stepped inside, shut the door
And looked up.

Wiry and thin.
So unlike the steel cage,
Big and strong.
So uncertain and full of fear.

The bustle forgotten,
The city hummed quietly
As long slender fingers
Clenched the leather.

Violins again and again
Getting louder and louder
Like the drum in our ears
Beating ever faster.

Smooth skin and sharp leather
Met.
Whimpers and gasps
And titilation.

An experiment
For kicks.
For art.
For leather.

Two bodies:
Both wet and sweating.
One standing, observing and evaluating
The other and the scene.

Laughter penetrated the window
Again.
The violins stopped,
And he stepped out for bandages.

It was an experiment.
Just for kicks,  
For lust,
For leather.

An experiment.
For kicks,
For pain,
For pleasure.

It's never ending,
The drains overflow,
Cars bathe pedestrians
Who are already drenched.

There's a cool breeze
Blowing in this city of wind.
It would be perfect,
If I didn't live in the city.

Take me to the moors
Where the grouse nest
And the choughs graze.
To the sea of heather.

The smell of wet earth,
Pummeled by car exhausts
Poisons the streets and
Like me, the trees try to escape.

I could wander the moors
Till I reach the cliffs
Where the salt of the Atlantic
Makes love to the gorse.

The shelter given
By a rotting house
Cannot be compared.
I would rather roam the moors.

It burns a little,
And it never goes away.
There's a nagging feeling,
Maybe this is the end.

The beginning of a new chapter,
Beginning of a new book.
If it was fiction,
It wouldn't burn so much.

Going back in time,
Into blurry late nights.
Drunken fumblings,
And no success.

Inbetween the darkness,
I looked into the day.
The sun was shining,
While we lay in bed.

In your bed we lay.
I was awake,
Looking at the sunlight.
You slept through the day.

That's where it started,
Where something corrupted.
Drugs and free love,
Are best left to the movies.

Mighnight my desire,
Darkness my soul.
No one to share my music with,
I stand here all alone

I've seen a form in my mind's eye,
One whom no one dares defy.
No face did I see,
I do not know who it could be,
And though I do not know him,
He knows me.

I'd give much to find him
And explore the night sky.
To learn the dark secrets,
And lead an adventerous life

Some say heaven's the ideal place to be,
But what if perfection traps me?

I'd like something different,
Something new,
Something that's kind to few.

A place where only my rules apply,
A place I can stretch my legs and laugh.

I'd give much for a midnight life,
A world not of gold, a world of silver.