darling, it's all a matter of
perception
how you see it
looking out from
parallel shores
we are glimpses
of more
in the distance
strangers to
burnt-out street lamps
and burnt-out sweethearts
darling
it's all a matter of
persepshun
how you feel it
vibrate in your
fingertips
dance upon your
skin with needlepoint
toes
bells resonating
in your ears,
a troubled storm abrew
darling, it's all a matter of
pearshipshon
how you taste it
another glass, more
*****, please
another burning trail
down your throat
the only kind
of warmth
we know
darling,
*it's all a matter of per-cep-tion