The full moon winks with evil grin
lights us naked lovers bathed in sin.
Refuse salvation welcome home again.
Eden awaits mankind where we begin.

Let us pretend that all is well and
life isn't drowning in a sea of wine.
Our passion is alive and hungry.
Years ago it never died on the vine.
We live in separate hearts.
We live in separate rooms.
We crave other spaces.
We crave other tombs.
If only we could fall in love
again like we did together.
We could forget the winter
and devour each other.

I offered impossible puzzles.
  Trapped love in web of strings.
  We made seeds, sweat, nuzzles,
  a world of fantasy smoke rings.

  We always danced in the darkness
  together yet each was still alone.
  Lifetime later I finally confess
  my selfish heart is made of stone.

Dorothy found us all in need
of a heart, courage and brain.
We walked her yellow brick road.
We slept in poppies in the rain.

She kept us going as dear friends
hard working with deadlines near
we all felt the changing winds.
Her laugh died, too much to bear.

Mobsters in expensive suits
wife home hookers in suites
devils always in the details
deals are made with entrails
taxes of ugly small masses
pay for our obscene excesses
we **** interns no penance
offer money for your silence.
Maybe suicide you if pay
doesn't satisfy our play.

I'm 75 years old. I'm 17 again.
Old memories playing on a screen
in silent black and white, piano
music, time sees where I've been.
Happy Birthday. Blow years away
the candles set the years on fire
burn the bridges and words we say
regret the lost fierce brief desire.

I'm barely 18 and got my girlfriend pregnant.
We were in love! I was there when she broke
the news to her father. "Young man, leave!"
I left. I went home to share the good news
with my parents. "Go to your room!" I did.
It was a tiny room shared with 2 brothers.
At least now I'd only have to share a room
with the love of my life and our child. Perfect!