I often think of myself as a machine.
My miles of veins, tendons and sticky bits...
You gave me a vision
the ability to paint in words...
It's been six years, one month
and fourteen days since the last...
It starts as a low rumble off in the distance!
The sound of heavens horses approaching...
Love, lust or just sex.
Why do I read into things...
Jotting thoughts of you and me
Under a pregnant moon...
You kiss with universal rays
Warming my skin, I'm hushed as I lay...
I'm sorry I didn't look after you more
That I caused irreparable damage...
if you climb silently into my skin
on a cold windy night...
I pull down upon the heavens,
And I hold out my hands...
Drag your lies across my skin
I want to feel the pain...
Worried & lonesome,
dispirited I sit...