The walls bleed blue blood,
Like a Reverend who cannot
Make love.
God will smite thee.
My sins are on these walls.
All the loves and all the might
Have beens are whispering from
These walls with the best secret
Of all: love hides in the chaos
Of the waves inside your head.

Close your eyes and feel, don't see,
This love that never hides.
It's in between the ripples.
Look!
It's her smile and those hazel eyes you
Lust over.
It's the skin that was so soft you
Knew it was the devils work.
It's her laugh,
Oh god,
That laugh that kills you every
Single
Time.

****.

It's the way she caressed your soul
And whispered, like a bandit
With a bad secret: this is love.
This is home.

Why didn't you steal this memory, my bandit in the night?
Like the gold watch on the night stand, it has worth.
The important things have more worth than all the gold in the world.

She,
Those blistering June nights when
We would kiss.
This IS home.
This was home.

I pray to the shadows and I tell you this.
"You're already home were you feel loved."
They leave me alone now, those shadows, with their lonely smiles.
They have their pain.

I have mine.