I wonder if you get lonely, the whites of your
eyes wanting to turn yellow….
When you are in a red haze, daze, do I
come to your mind?
Do you part your lips and imagine I am the air,
breathing me in on the edge of madness?
Does the moon hover, exposed wanting
only your attention?
I am your night…light as you walk on the
veins of darkness….
In greys I wave, unveiling only for you….
My pulse serenades you on notes of love,
written in blushes….
I imagine you closing your eyes, ice filled,
and always thirsty…..
You left empty, never getting your fill of me…
I wonder how it would feel to touch your fingers
with mine, would time be lost in spaces between?
If I put my head to your chest, could I echo my
valentines to you?
I want to be your bloody mess….
I feel the same as you….