Body and mind aren't in align
A disagreement,
An argument,
A quarrel over reality;
What actually is and what it's supposed to be.
Imagine a world where they'd be at peace,
Where mind and body weren't enemies
And it didn't snow in Spring.
But, these are just dreams I lay awake thinking about
At half past ten.

You are the center
of my entire universe.
Please, never let me go.

The poison has left my veins.
Taken from me by pale lips
that were pressed to mine so gently, so lovely,
so sweet, so kind.
When his mouth parts mine
he leaves my lips cold.

Lips grace me like the sun to the horizon.
They greet me good morning
and bid a good night.
They whisper a thousand words
with just one motion:
a gentle kiss to my skin.

Early good mornings
and late goodnights
roll off our tongues.
The words pass through the smile on my lips,
and when I lay my head down
Or wake at the sun's rise,
My last and first thought
is of you.

Sunlight casts through my
window. Pretty beams dance on
my floor to silence.

Blood encrusted lips
and white marble hips
attached to a petite statuette,
forehead dampened with sweat.
Bodies move in sync
after one or two drinks
hands dying to touch,
fingers reach out to clutch
at the clothes painted on our skin.
Oh, how lucky I had been.

Snow falls to the street
on the day I have to work.
Where is my cigar?