You know, it occured to me today
-- the past two men
I've dated are virtually interchangeable. Go figure.
Sleep... the devil's work
For where else can all our dreams be satisfied?
Where else is it safe to roll over and feel your warmth Pressed against me
Quiet, and not in battle?
You say no one knows the real you...
But in sleep,
It's all defined.
If the world were to come to an end tomorrow
Would you be by my side?
You are an enigma,
Pressed into recognition
From my words and thoughts, my hopeful thinking--
When you crush yourself against me
I am alive, burned inside you
Like the edges of a faded photograph, crystallized, scarred,
Aching to swallow you whole