I want to see him even when i don’t….
Running my fingers through sunlight,
and i wonder if i could make the darkness
rise, see it in his eyes, and just for a moment he
Would he turn gold, be bold, cross that
line, hope to die?….
Dreams come and we misbehave,
Tasting, touching for the first time
in time slips….
I want him intravenously, bleaching
my veins as I go insane….
HIM…on my lips in secret…..