Take me to a hotel, where lips and eyes can meet,
Under the shadow of the lamp and the crisp, white sheets,
Take me there, so I may realign our bodies into their perfect symmetry,
Under the sheets, toss me and turn me, fit my lock to your key.

The curve of a spine, the dimple in your back,
The desperate sensuality that I now lack,
Taste the perfume on my skin,
The fragrant memory I scatter just for you.

In the hotel rooms we used to lie, our bodies curled meeting eye to eye,
In the space between speech, the quietness of I love you is as loud as rain,
The caressing of your fingertips wherever you chose,
What time is left to pass, only God knows.

It was always enough, your love, I wish I’d let you know,
How every touch, every bite, all the highs and the lows,
Always meant more than just the image of a rose,
You are the memory I will take as a daily dose –
To ease the price I must pay for your golden heart,
In the throes of restless longing when we are kept apart.

Life is a game that we all must play; we must all roll the dice.
I would rather lose a thousand times with you by my side,
Than cheat my way or leave this place having never seen your face.
This is what I will say to you when it turns out you were right,
When you said the world will return one day and we would win this fight,
As you kiss my weary head and turn out the hotel room lights.

There’s a stone in my mouth, my tongue is bound
To a fate I can never understand.
Words fall short like sand in my hands,
Timeless consequence, can you forgive me now?

Pain suffers silence and silence does not commend,
The uttering of plosives from the kindness of friends,
No sound will emerge from the pulsing of my heart,
Only the stillness of this poisoned dart.

The subsiding of my sorrow is not yet nigh,
Forgive me, please, and spare me more time,
To return to you coated in colour and gold,
I pledge I shall not let our hearts turn cold.

All I must do to remember you, and all goodness here,
Is witness the stars in the cold night air and shed a single tear,
For I am small, and the world is boundless, blind and grave,
All there is left to do, is breathe and live,
and tomorrow I can begin again.

There is a girl and she walks on glass.
She does not know whether she will break or fall,
But fall or break she must.

Holding herself in like a cloud holds the rain,
She does not see that she does not need to be,
A locked chest where only she holds the key.

She does not see that pain can be, a sea to sail to be set free.
She does not hear the voices call, ‘please oh please don’t slip and fall’

Where hearts do break minds may mend,
It is not too far before we reach that bend,
Take one step forward, and my hand I shall lend.

It can never be too late, so long as we decide our fate,
I shall not break in two, so long as I can follow you.