looking so regal
but chain-smoked and black
with a jaw that would cut
he's addictive as crack

tailored as tall
as a high famous tower
with time on the clock
for only an hour

my grazed feet flood
across early floors
blank stares flock from
wide open doors
cellular hearts seize
at bridges centuries old
like cast iron barricades
never done as I'm told
             heart is young
but brain is so old
if the wires don't cross
             that's why it is cold
you can finally blame this
on my every word
as if it's always my fault
and it's never quite heard

head against the pillow
            floating off my bed
to find a place to meet you
astray is where you're led
                    i'll be your little secret
     in this land of make believe
because if this is just our fantasy
      it is not so much a thieve

I bend at all your ridges
And you fit at all my seams
        You're lay right there beside him
But it's me that's in your dreams

        It's becoming quite so apparent
That you belong with me
But the problem with this story
        Is that it has it's folds
So let's just keep our distance
To keep it at it's close

I'll belong to a summer
That will welcome the nights
Where there's flames that will flicker;
All the way to The Heights

When a love comes to call
Is when I'll lay down my head
And I'll sleep until winter
With him in my bed