to remind a certain miss agape.

 I woke to memories that are no better than today but I still remember
Days when we drank out of fountain springs found only, on eagle’s wings…
Of days when I found no use for solar stories
And only smiled when the moon came out before me
Of days, when you’d call me at one in the morning
And somehow create the impression that you’ve been crying
So I’d rush over to yours like the grim reaper was behind me
Never doubting for a minute, that you were actually just pretending
But I don’t really care because I just have to be there and it’s like…..
She doesn’t have to think at all when she’s with me.
She lets go lets me take control like Zadok turn our bodies into one black pique
And I murmur yeah lady say my name,
And I, can’t help but listen…bodies crashing like two waves in a storm
She tries to calm me down but I’m just too far gone…
Really,really tries to keep her sanity but her neck is my enemy
And my inundate tongue always wins the war against all morality
So she helplessly watches as I rip her Clothes and bring her closer to poverty  
 Me passionate enough to lift her voice paced like Mendelssohn’s Italian symphony
Till we calm it down and switch her voice to Mozart or some other soothing company
Then we check to see if we woke the neighbor and admit we don’t really care!
Our hearts filled with joy like two cubs playing in the sand,
And then you look away and point at the door without the whisper of my name,
Leaving me all alone wondering, if it would forever be this way      
But then you end up with another, and I find she who loves me better
So I’m going to pretend that this was his big plan and hold nothing against the former
It’s just that sometimes….well sometimes…..I miss you.