I have wandered through places unknown
haunted by the ghost of a kiss
I have never known
lost in a dream
bitten by the sharp hungry teeth of lust
searching for the wonder
and awe
and beauty
of something more
within the nothingness
not yet knowing the true color of your eyes
and the magic and mischief they held within
and yet somehow already
dancing with the lunatics
driven mad by the scent of your love
and the paintings of your heart
illustrated on every star
in the lonely sky
sung to by the jealous moon
and the reason the sun
burns so fierce with radiant flames
you were there so briefly
with a kind word
and a smile
that I thought
you were maybe
a figment of my lonely rage
an illusion of my wanting blood
a hope to feed the nearly
forgotten longing of my soul
and then you were gone
except for the scent
of a dream
the sweet elusive taste
of the lust for love
and a hope
to find myself wandering
through places unknown
to kiss your lips
that have haunted me
in ways I have never known