Behind backs that would snap if their heads were to turn
Between stucco walls, under creaky floors, secret cigarettes burn
Giving fate back to god, allowing time to just roll into smoke
Despite shouldnt’s, besides sorry’s instinctual thoughts provoke
Earth shattering, nothing mattering, death dawning kind of kiss
Heart racing, breath pacing, bodies in an endless ocean of guilty bliss
For-shadowing risky statements, stuck on tongue, never to leave my lips
Dodging probing questions, when’s, where’s, why’s and if’s
Awaking eyes, empty room, slept away the whole afternoon
This day is dead, gone forever, put to bed by the moon
Pounding head, restless mind, only smoking to pass the time
Only lost until I find, only want what should be mine
Secrets kept are secrets rare, haunting, taunting me to share
Should I, could I, do I dare, why the hell would anyone care
In corridors, behind desks, over pots that boil
Around a small table, beside barrels of used cooking oil
Adjacent sideways glances, words burn backs that don’t hear
Whispers gain pace and reach solemn ears
Mean while nothing has felt so good for years
Between sheets and douvet, lungs rise and fall
On clean white pillows, eyes close and thank the stars for it all
Yearning hearts beat next to decent tunes, in a pristine room, a calmness looms
Inside secret moments unspoken words pour from finger tips,
Lightly, only slightly tracing neck and cheeks and jaw and lips