It gets quite ridiculous
         When you compare
              Our uneven efforts

I thought we could make each other
asymmetrically
happy

I was wrong.
There was no
               thrill
There was
a c t i o n

You taught me how to keep my back straight
How to believe, how to want more

You taught me how to look out for myself
To have faith, to hope
Care
Save
Love

I still try to live by those tenets
Even if they are now meaningless
To endure hunger and thirst
To feed my souls with better seeds

But the soil won’t hold

The wind is refreshing
And, as with everything else
It’s a memory of something
I can’t have

It's so hard to stop
So hard to let go
Of happiness, of joy
But also of the ghosts
That keep
Our sorrows

We find comfort in the familiar darkness

Even in the dark blue light
My thoughts still drip in red
As this passion is consumed
The tides rise ahead

Even in the blackest hours of the night
There’s a beacon of hope up there
Blinking in its yellow glow
Something to keep me aware

But some things are not to be heard
Or to be seen in the raw daylight
I draw no lines between exhaustion and devotion
My sins are not so big in the dark

If they keep us enclosed, I won't mind
Close, rising, then crashing from hights
Cracking walls between realities
Cliffs next to the water, breaking outside

I know this is far from love
But it’s close enough, somehow
If I’m the fire that burns in red
You’re the fireplace that contains my light

the taste of your grass
the feel of your silk
in my mind, it lasts
my hands on your hips

my mountains are soft
my branches have leaves
they shiver in thoughts
of feeling your bliss

we stand as two rocks
through caverns, we reach
unexplored insides
with fingers and lips

the deeper we go
the warmer we feel
there're no greater joys
than your sounds and your kiss

May our words be enough one day
May we enjoy it while they aren’t