Fly away little bird
My love is not a burden for you to share
It is heavy and dark and made of broken pieces of hearts and dreams
You have a much better life to live
adventures waiting
My life belongs to the desk and pen
The brush and the haunting blank surface
Grey colors and falls embrace
I know it would be eternal paradise
To spend time with you under both sheets and dreams
To breath in your scent hidden between thighs and breast
To wander hand in hand
Through the halls of your heart and soul
To feel your beauty flow endlessly throughout my blood and control my pulse
... sometimes fast... sometimes slow...
breathing easy through sleep
panting heavy inbetween dreams
kisses soft with hard teeth
bleeding slow
where fingers traced words of love
during torrent moments of lust
nirvana found under the razor tip of your tounge pressed against
the life seeping out of my skin
only fools would mistake this as sin
but its not the place for me to find or spend my autumn years
Your love has better days and things to do
I am only a dream away from death
Sitting at a cold desk
Watching lost colors drown out the corners of the surface once blank
Painting the last words of a dying dream