Hair on the brink of dying flames,
Eyes dark, lazy blue
Skin pale, hue only coming from drinking.
Intimacy not a ultimate goal.
Moody voice, hinted with Irish charm.
Dark, deep and light.
I lose the sense.
True love for literature,
Deep feelings for the myths,
Strong words for feelings.
First of all that I’ve talked to who talked with such beauty of interests.
Beauty of soul.
Then it changed, the intimacy I-
I harbor these feelings deeply now, years later
I cannot express them, aching and feeling.
Now I long for the same connection, only when  I’m drunk.