In wine and sin then shall we mix…
And revel in bottled sympathies.
While hope returns,
Among omens and neurosis-
And darkness curls in spirals
With nightmarish fantasies of love-
I bleed into another’s skin,
Shivering in a voyeur’s delight,
Scratching obscurity on surfaces
Of paper and minds-
I might tell you of my dreams.
…And here we pressed hands
Soaking in the warmth of blurred moons…
Mixed in crimson desires…
…So shall we rise again
From the ruins of your memory
Forging love from lost twilights…
And in those dreams you said-
I shall seep into the spirit
Of the troubadour who sang me to sleep.
I shall seep into the spirit
Of the prophet who kept me awake.
