Me gustaría que me mira en la vida real
la manera en que me miras en mis sueños.

*I'd like for you to look at me in real life
the way you look at me in my dreams.

If you could see yourself through my eyes
I'm sure you'd understand
my overwhelming desire
to reach out and hold your hand.

To feel your lips of satin,
so supple against mine,
and then trace with my fingertips
the clout that's your jawline.

Modesty's a virtue-
This I've come to realize.
But you would only know your beauty
if you gandered through my eyes.

I could inject a gram of you
straight into my veins.
And when the paramedics arrive,
to find me incoherent,
half dead in a pool of my own waste,
your name will still be on
the tip of my tongue.

Do you remember that July night by the Seneca River?
You snuck out your window to see me & we sipped iced tea beside the water,
listening to Johnny Cash.

That was the same night you promised to play Pink Floyd on guitar for me.
You inched so close that my heart nearly stopped.
I wish things were as simple now as they were two months ago.

At times I find myself wondering
if you remember the countless summer nights
spent under the pearl moon
and making love beneath diamond stars.
Intangible was the certainty that you'd soon be leaving.

When you were gone,
I'd find myself vigilant
of those same heavenly bodies that our own lusted under
and concluded their worthlessness in your absence.