It's not till you're deprived that you can really love something
Anyone who has gone to a foreign speaking country can understand this
the words being spoken are stripped of all meaning to you
Then you go home and there's no more translating or confusion
You understand  
When you touch me I understand
I sense every subtle advance and fight to deny subjectiveness
But your language is too convincing, too poetic and I melt under your finger tips
they trace the trails of my silent desires in pursuit of the never ceasing void
The black hole that never stops consuming because there can never be enough
Fill me with pages and pages more than a million libraries
If not you, then perhaps the next
This is my language and you speak it so well
Then one day I'm stranded
Tens of thousands of years it seems on a desert island where the islanders don't speak the same language as I do
But one day I'm rescued and able to speak to the rescuer
It clicks back so easily and there is a deep appreciation for dialogue after being deprived
Now talk me to sleep as your hands roll across my back like the tide
Tell me what I Need to get me by before I'm stranded once more

So softly
sings the upper
keys
the ivory is
falling

beneath the gentle
arch
the dip and bow
the passion in your
hands,
your
joints,
your
sinews

the tender sharp
the chord of
every night
where chalky dreams
of ecstasy
in denim plague
my thoughts

Where
I'm on the banks
of Newton Creek
and you're never
far
behind

10 years goes so fast,
my love,
since we were
intertwined

I am of dust, from dust.
Time has created me.
And time will **** me.
The greatest serial killer--
Mortality.
I am not a good man.
I will fall again, again.
I am time
(watch
me
watch
me
watch
me)
I am nobody
Eating insanity
I am of attention, from attention
this land of gray rubble--
Endless-- endless
time-- watch it constrict me
watch
please dear god i am not immortal.
I am a dead man.
In a dead land.