Furnace
Ex-Bluelighter
I found myself in a house, on the west coast.
The balcony opened up to reveal the ocean in all of its natural beauty.
then, I find myself, in bed,
naked.
I think I'm alone, but something carries me towards the closet,
where i find you,
crouching,
your mascara running down your face,
like you've just been crying
or had the pleasure of sharing something so wonderous
that it brought tears to your eyes.
tears of passion
of hate
of emptiness
loneliness
filled your void
with my love.
looking down at you,
I pick you up,
and look you into your eyes.
A silent thought passes between you and I
without any words, an understanding is reached,
and now I want to hold you,
and comfort your lithe body.
The balcony opened up to reveal the ocean in all of its natural beauty.
then, I find myself, in bed,
naked.
I think I'm alone, but something carries me towards the closet,
where i find you,
crouching,
your mascara running down your face,
like you've just been crying
or had the pleasure of sharing something so wonderous
that it brought tears to your eyes.
tears of passion
of hate
of emptiness
loneliness
filled your void
with my love.
looking down at you,
I pick you up,
and look you into your eyes.
A silent thought passes between you and I
without any words, an understanding is reached,
and now I want to hold you,
and comfort your lithe body.

