What is the natural night,
of when no technology does buzz
And none can see.
When no cars zoom
and there's lots of room.
Long sleep
No shadows creep.
What is of the natural night?

your soft voice
        trickles over me
        like rain, like alive
        life curtsied before me
                a beauty in ****
                soft dark skin
over the wires leaping--
dizzies me
        I long for you to come to me
        in heels, swift, as poppie
        petals in the wind--
you are my rain, impertinently covering me
        and I don't mind, chirp over vibrations
        whirl me in your soft voice
and it's late at night but I like it, you know
                how sweet,
                        your voice is

I want to fall in love with your words,
your smile,
your hand above mine.

I want to remember your eyes,
your body,
your favorite perfume.

I want to feel your breath in my neck,
my hand in your brown hair,
my lips on your cheek.

I want to know your fears,
you dreams,
your past,
talk about your futur.

I want to be your friend,
your lover,
the person you call in the middle of the night,
i want to be yours.

I've seen you through my window.
You're not the same as yesterday.
You're not much like the past month.
You are cold.
You are blown.

You're not even that wet...yet.

But you are cold.
You are blown.
You invoke my strength.
I will get out of bed.
I will find forgotten clothes.
I will enter your abomination:
Cold, blown, you call me.
I will answer.

Boom.
How are you?
Do I have your attention?
How smart are you?
Never mind.
I like joking.
I know you've...
Been smoking.

Room! Room!
Let's go now.
I'm tired.
Don't need to...
Get bored now.
Hell's Angels'
Replacements.
We invade...
Your basements.
We paint on...
Your daughters.
The iron's hot.
It solders.
Don't bleed now.
It's miles.
Just heed now.
It smiles.

Its raining its pouring,
Facebook is boring