I would listen to a milion songs for you,
but not one had an ending.

I thought about love...

It tortures us.. we hurt ourselves for love.

Without love, life would pass with so little pain.

There is a hole in my hand,
where anothers belonged.
And it's cold, as I am,
and alone.

The bitter ice eats at me,
accuses me of murder.
Seeking revenge it plagues my sleep.
Where I cannot close the window,
and the snow curls around my brow.

leaving me...

My muse...

A dried rose...

kills me with the memory of its thorn.

forgive my life.

Your voice, your laugh...

How can I believe I never heard it before...
The sound of your breath...
Seduces me like the scent of baked apples...

These memories, 1000 years on, tell me you were here 1000 times before.

A footprint in stone, you carve my very existance.
Your master, your slave, your heaven.
Wear my clothes to bed,
Fill my space forever.

I want to see the sky,
I want to scream your name,
My blood runs through me black as rain.

These forgiven nights, they draw me,
long me.

Flickers of snow kissing the wind, slapping my cheeks
And the night is all I can hold.

These arms empty haven't held much in their days,
my hands are getting old.

So... find my sky... and fill it with ice...
So you can feel...
my bodies...
warmth.

Where though the sunshine lay my heart,
It is never alone,
never in darkness,
always in need...

...Of yours

Such is the thorn in your immaculate gaze
That brings me to your knees.
Lying in bed,
Hearing your tears,
My hand seeks yours.

Only by morning, all is bloom with frost.

My jealous mind keeps me caged,
Thoughts of he,
Mindful of she,
Thoughts of the irrepresable.
Mindful of all I long for.

The heavy darkness commits you to my eyes,
What is forbidden in daylight hides in this blackness.
Yet with each caress I long for another,
Till morning,
Till evening,
Till the end.

Why you?
Because through my eyes,
this earth has no other.

It is 5:30 AM...

October 12th...

2006...

I've become once again nocturnal, once again frozen.
My memory a document, unedited.
Words like crayons, childish and muddy.
But she fell in love with them.
To become a word, to become a love letter.
A flower in her hair.

Naked in this light,
A autumn leaf at my foot,
Lets wake this october,
forget the winters sleep.
Kiss the wind, then each other.

As you stand, in the elevator,
admiring your clothes,
I think ahead.
Christmas Eve.

d.b.