there’s a sunset off to the left that i seem to be missing.
but one day i’ll get there.
i have a feeling on that day that the sun won’t set at all…
will it?
the blinding lights of new york city are too nauseating darling…
i’m feeling rather incomplete without wide open by my side.
there’s a light above my head and it’s dangling wildly.
yet, for some reason it won’t tell me what to do.
i hear it whispering violently
over and over…
but it’s speaking a language of which the world hasn’t learned…
yet.
it’s the language of you and i.
the language of the master and his priestess.
a language i
can’t
comprehend.
it’s a language of two parts…
of me…
and for you.
until the two parts are together
not
even
i
can distinguish i love you from mathematical nonsense.
close your eyes girl… think harder.
fuck
me.
it’s all over now… and the ash is beginning to rest.
at our feet.
on our feet.
to do with nothing and everything at once.
the cries they let out sounded like a sweet lullaby to my drunken ears.
drunk on the taste of my punishments.
the ones you administered.
while i cried out for more.
while i cried out for you.
i’m
crying.
out.
for you.
can you hear me?
