Stay,
 As you are.
time folds it's arms against my chest
Unimpressed with my caged contortions
Illusionists tricks of yesterday tommorrow
of movement from here

Pull the walls closer round me,
tonight I need to feel less alive.
No longer young enough to know everything
Like I had thought;
The shock comfortingly overwhelming,
of possiblities.

Unmasked my horrer stalks inside me
aching her silent apologies of hope.
I wanted to be lonely,
to see what was left when everything else was gone
the feeling of feelings,
 being me.

My friends on the T.V require only  my suspended disbeleif
swapping names and personalities
they forgive me, visit me while I'm asleep,
 Love me with Sins.
Giving stories
that exist without me.

So I can only be half real
can't bear the accusation of fire in your eyes
because in my blindness I earned respect from the dark
Learned patience from a stone
tied around my neck
as I bear it all, in this molten river of Love

The most amazing things I've seen were on the inside,
and there I feel you closer, softer,
than Love dares to breathe.
adrift amidst my bittersweetapologies of living,
coming to, I wipe the stardust from my eyes.

The river of sleep sets me adream,
where my subconsious oh so gently mocks me
Maybe I'm dying,
 or just tired and falling asleep,
Somewhere different from where my body lies.

There we know each other better than our face to face,
and it's so damn relaxing to Love you.
Your beautiful smile changes features
touching me deeper than eyes or skin.
The feelings real as need could be.

My soul sings the soundtrack to my own personal dreamtime,
inviting and invoking
aching passion, burning desire
to embody the dream
patiently discovering these dance steps in reality.

How did it all begin?
Tracing paper against living skin
making outlines to try to fit inbetween
The spaces in my soul
Big enough to loose myself in.

We searched for this concept of sense
looking beyond answers
into poetry and under the bed
crawling into the square box on wheels
my father built.

Edges can be useful things
I watch them teeter
over the tip of my tounge
tripping these animal feelings
I used to try and draw you out with

My thoughts are wooden, your hands my flame
all you did was touch my shoulder
and I fell in Love
so hungry I might eat you,
af if it honestly were the most natural thing.

In your words I find hope again
a small feathered stone nestled warm in my mouth
a need to speak, or softly sing
the smoke signals sinking
beneath the surface of reality.