twisting 'round and 'round my head
like a little bird to flames
slowly growing strong like boulders
ticking away.......a mindless bomb
or is it just my fear that haunts so
ghosts of the past, come back
rattling whispers in the night
the longing builds up high
liquid dreams, like acid candy
sweet adn sticky, needing touche
to smooth away the stains
addictive, desire run rampant,
do i dare let my body want,
too late to stop the flow
the dreams of hammocks high
and holes begin
my thoughts drift again....
off to wintry landscapes
warm lips, like cherries
a drug to fevered minds
2000 miles apart
and still, mind dares
taking on again
acid washed lover's dreams
all rosy hued....
bodies know rythms,
yet cannot feel the drums
body knows the pain
ripped out souls, but sweet,
sweet times,
can be found
year or 6 apart,
drip, drip, dripping
do i dare again,
too, too, late
i've gone and lost tis fight