A river ran along my cheek.
Past lips that tremble but dare not speak...
Weave your words around me,
They feel so good pressed against my skin...
The second star on the right
And straight through the night to you...
An empty paper stares at me
It taunts as I delay...
Sticky fingers sliding around
In a circular motion...
I watch your waspish tendrils
Wend their way up high...
A shadow among city lights,
Always alone...