I will look into your eyes
till the dubious questioning glances
turn to the surrealistically sensuous
Sight of surrender!

I will wait for you
in the sun and the snow
and the rain and the thunder!

Nobody takes a photo
Of something they want to forget.

Your breath;
all beer and cigarettes.
Your eyes;
blue smoke and ashes.
I'm half drunk,
now that your lips are mine,
And fallen.
Fallen beyond redemption,
into a faceless abyss,
a sacred oblivion.
The only place;
where you are mine,
and I am yours.
I can stay here, till the end of time.
(26/04/2014)