blowing on the cusp of the new
comes expanding moments of clarity in smiles and hearty welcome, is it any real?

can you hold onto those long reins of power in your grasp
as well as to the heart you flung in that corner, far from eyes, yet close enough to singe?

can you dare to unfold your fears packed in wads and unravel your ire
can you afford to hold me?

you will hear the song sung for you, penned by this heart so steeply in love
sung for you, by choristers at some interment

every time. someone places themselves lower than
you
see fit to kick them in the teeth

be superior always
swipe that moral sword over my head
each time

no fail
easy

I can feel you want to talk with me as much I do
yet we both hesitate
speechless genius turns out struggler
till sound can claim your voice
you're running circles in my head...... stop!

make up your mind what you want
I'm still ****** as hell at you for leaving me dry out so
do you think my silence means I agree?
no.

I'm quite mad at you, but I love you more
and the vase of flowers I give you, is yours
I've told you before, but you didn't catch it
I cannot turn my back on you, even when you tear speech away.

dreaming a pie slice of life with you, I'll happily plagiarize
inside the stinging bee's nest, nobody dares find it
secret, secret, oh little secret tune
sing the truth on the flute in the willow
who could ever guess who it really is, but you.

a chest that tightens, a hold that grips
a life that slowly dies while still breathing
all I really need is for someone to be there
just to confirm I'm not alone in this struggle
wrestling with things that force the locks of sanity

we hold on, we conform
but if we let go of expectations, how easy it could be
the battle to maintain claims a severe price in time and soul
can we just be there for each other, dear?

thank you for being there, for breathing

to talk -- to reason -- to ask -- to grill --
to query -- to roast

but ilu.

eyes fall again as intuitive meteors
and it all heats up at alarming pace
this want grows strong over an ocean
that we just don't account for

you want something
something shocking
and I cannot see why
it's so important now

we gallop together across the moors of our land
never looking back
always forward into the waiting light
shining
shining

you say you love me so much
this reciprocal fount we drink from
unstoppable flow
we are making headway into the night
disregarding the long gone moon
who has tipped over to the other side of the firmaments

silent covenant in confusion
I want you so much
we stroke each other to madness
and whip each other to sweet and high want
you drive your missives very deep into me

you rush along so
I hold you back
I tell you
I want it
slow

very slow

you seem disheartened in the heart of your throb
I hold you tight
I take your hand and lead you back
from easily mired traps

we both know what we want
but time's a hapless passerby on a rickety scale
let's have fun and go slow

in came scythes to sheave into bundles, every chance mocked
and death enjoys gawking at our shock
we could have, so easily taken from the train there, the bus over
together we could have done it

the bus rode over a **** and it continued to the wood's end
it's there where your fire's burning huge beacons
it's some work still to find you, hiding in that forest
we could have, we could have.

while I was sleeping
I dreamt of blood

let flounder in light of dawn
for five hours on end
give all view, ripped vellum
for five hours

blood sinks out ashen face
as eyes fall on proof
of inner sanctum

while I was sleeping
you slew deep and left

right, now awake
senses serve no function
in sudden tepid treacle
vigorous swirls of shark ridden words
cut jagged and abrupt
despondent clime

ouch

as I was waking
I smelt blood
mine

you
make it so good
and more sizzling

you
and your ire
and your envy
and your tongue

make it so good
for me


(with her)