It's a call with no response,
sleeplessness and cigarettes.
Whiskey haunted memories,
of something that wont ever be.
But he didn't promise, didn't lie,
You knew this from the beginning.
Girl, quit your dreaming.

you are my refuge

you invite me to comfort in distress

you give me warmth in the cold

you protect me and renew me, that I may continue on my way

thus it ever was...

thus it ever was...

send me a breeze, baby blue
maybe i'll swim on that love, to
her speckle-dust cobwebs
fingerstemmed
in her skin
tinting my feathered heart
with her mosaic smile,
shards of a past she screams,
"stay a while,


baby blue"
long enough to hold her frozen hands,
kicking at the ashes
sift.
sift through
breaststroke through the debri


i caught your smile,
and fed it to,
the holes in her heart
wearing her
in
out
in & out.

When we decided on ice cream
I suggested caramel
sticky sweet
dripping down the sides
I wanted to lick it up and
feel the sucrose explode on my tastebuds
a minefield of pleasure.

When we decided on ice cream
you promised whipped topping
and hot fudge
rich luscious chocolate
oozing toward the edges
swirls of dark intensity
intermixed with bouts of airy lightness
a most delightful contradiction.

With all the imagery that’s found in words
and pictures bound to play out in my head
It’s fair to say this sundae tempted me at waking hours
(and maybe even crept into my dreams)

… it’s quite a shame that in the end you settled for vanilla.