How do I steal back those handsome days
that we walled together with lies and deception?
We made out under the bright light of Berenice's hair
and drank down sanity with morphine,
bottled prettily with the guises
you weave all your life.
We're too clever for our own good
and too scared
for the mundane.
How I wish I could be like you.
The lightness that goes one with your skin.
You gamble with ease
while I can only fathom what's left in here
and grope for what's missing
all this time.
You covet a kiss, a touch, a release
for I'm always on hand for your pleasure.
And like a crowbar that won't pry,
I'll stand watch while you swing on chandeliers
with the beauty and allure of them all,
until they give way.
Let me catch your fall.
Pull my hair hard and harder
You know I'll earnestly hand you that whip, my love.
Bring on the shackles.
Make me your play thing!
then break my will
like what you're designed to do
right from the very start...
Oh Sleeper, come lean on me.
Let me sing to you the gale of these unanswered metaphors.
Let me touch you with this bittersweet longing
for the love that's never there.
Long dead even before it is ever born.
I still picture your pretty eyes
while you cavort with your other angels