The wells behind your eyes are hollow and dim,
places of refuge for dark fears that bind you at night,
chains
of fluid diamond tears.

Escape to the outer world as a lion from his cage;
the flavor of your eyes is steel.
Is it wrong to be so cold and tired,
lying on the concrete
in this unending torrential rain?

Connect the dots between soul and body and become immortal,
follow me into the clawing, cloying land of animalistic heat,
the fever
of love and the lie of touch.

The wanton cry that escapes your lips direct from your heart
is alive and breathing.
Come discover with me the uselessness of
whitewashed beginnings and ragged edged endings.

The walls that frame your heart beat in fitting rhythyms
and force me to dive into the recreated world of your mind,
creating anew
plagues of rainbow and
clouds that fill the skies like puffs of smoke from the cigarette
ever present in your bony hand.

Ash stained rivers of words pour from
tar stained teeth,
and there are worlds between our beings,
but I love you still.