Your exhalations tingle my cheek
Your lips faintly brush my lobe
Your eyelashes ***** my eyes,
I am led thru the funeral door of love.
The waves roll back
The winter frost sets in
And thru the smoked glass
You become an apparition.
I love it
More than the long gone one,
The electric blue tragedy not meant to last.
I love it
More than the fleeting fervor of lust
Made only to be burnt in a while.
I love it
Coz it's gonna stay with me till the end!