Lying in the arms of my worst desires
lust on my lips
lighting a cigarette
and all I think of is you.

You’re fresh air on my scabbed and grubby skin
I want to hold you close
but I fear my dirt will smudge,
and mess your porcelain.

I plead you, leave the shadowed road,
For the gaps in the leaves shine less and less light
Until the trail is submerged by the dark.
But foolishly I long for you by my side

You belong in the fields with the flowers, by the dark witched water, inhaling jasmine on the wind,
the sun glinting off the water to hit your eye.

not laundry pile city,
and dead end dim lights,
of a dingy building,
where I may lay down to die.

you belong nowhere near my vile insides,
and yet as the amber streetlights
strobe past
the taxi pulling down the street
stomach filled with sin
all I can think about is you
your porcelain skin

You make me shy like a school boy.
You teach me to bite my tongue.
Im sure it would make your skin crawl to know what I’ve been thinking of

I feel like a heathen in your heavenly hands,
unlovable unholy and beyond forgiveness
Id beg you take me to the water and strip me
so I can lay down emerge unburdened by the black marks of the dark paths,
But i know instead you’ll follow me down into the dirt

So i denounce gods forgiveness for yours,
And i take your hand in prayer
  so become irredeemable with me
You are all i need to feel okay