her simple pure lines
her light footstep in frigid gloom
open lips tremble over the broken phrase
she casts glances behind as she sneaks up the alley
as if the thing crawling up her spine is
any other than the aftertaste of her own dark urges
anything but the small sound creeping in conscience in the night

she packs her self deceptions into the pockets of her ***** jeans
and shudders at their wet stain slowly spreading
with their stench mocking her and her ridicule
she ***** on her cigarette greedily
the tip glowing like a furnace in the darkness of the room
its thick smoke laden the air with its fearful premonitions
like an oracle she casts the bones like cigarette ashes
and speaks of the future she sees
but my finger traces the dark lines on her arm
a thousand holes of individual crime
a thousand times compounded unholy union between dark and light

but she breaths a smile on me
and i must surrender to her world of mystery's
i must submit to the silence of her dark reverences
her alabaster skin flows beneath me
like a frozen river
each moment a lifetime in the presence of her spoken disturbances
like ripples on the still and dark waters,
of her sorrows released like doves caught in fading light
like scattering dust motes on the bitter winds

forever lingering in the absence of
forever in the desire but never the attainment
please hear me now like you have never heard me before
i cannot bear another moment in this cage of vices
in this silent dark place
forever lingering in the absence of
her
and her touch