Will you lay with me
under trees so blue and skies so pink?

Our skin will be warm and the
wind will be sweet, and in our
hearts we'll know time is a fallacy

I could lose my way in your eyes,
so please let me let myself start
thinking in color and become full
of love again

I watch the hours slide by
waiting for the flames to die
and I reflect on the meaning of
potential

I am a moth and you're a light
and restraint is my mind's only fight
because these feelings for you are
torrential

Each time you look at me
I see eyes that have never
met mine

Each time you speak I watch
lips move that have never
tasted mine

Each time you walk I see muscles
tense that I have never felt roll
in days past

Your eyes say we never kissed and
I can only agree

To cause a man as much pain as possible
without quickly killing him, drive a plastic
knife into his gut and twist the handle so
the blade splits evenly, distributing shards of
polymer that will ache each time he moves

I'd rather be drunk in your arms
depending on someone beside myself
for once

I want soft lights and sweet water on
my lips, red from kissing yours, eyes
half-shut with relief

I see gentle dreams indistinguishable
from reality, my hands on your skin,
fingers loose and muscles lax

Uniform march searching for our mark,
pens in hand we seek to be unique

Speeches of futility and grace could not
hold us down as well as our own ambitions --

I saw a photograph in my mind the
other day, and we were in it before
a fountain, and the sky was like snow --

Black blood poured from your eyes and
water from mine, and the only things
moving were our hearts and our minds

(Your fingers are a chisel and my
skin is marble gray)

Let's plunge into delirium
lost in our own suffering
bathed in blood and oil,
I want to lose any illusion
of purity

Of soul and body I want
you to consume me,
and I you but only this
skin-deep terror holds us back