It's nearly midnight
and there's not a soul in sight...
this is my time.
Down the street,
a lonely left
to where I can be left alone,
I walk.
Then it's a right,
quick run through the light,
and once on the other side
I hear you calling...
Gurgling laughter
hides the dark strength
beneath the prettiness
others see in daylight,
but I know...
Lazily, it seems,
you ebb and flow
through the existence
you let everyone see,
but I know...
There's more than cleansing
down deep,
where the mud is.
There's more than tranquility
and peace
in the gentle rush
that is your being.
Standing over you,
I can feel the beat of my heart...
it quickens
as I imagine your embrace.
You long to be my lover
and wrap your arms
around me
and in me
until all I can breathe...
all I can taste...
all I can see...
all I can feel...
all I can think about is you.
One of these days
I may take your invitation
and travel your path,
cold and blind winding
miles through the countryside,
to end up where nobody knows me,
although they will all think they did
when they see me,
and they'll sure think they know
why I'm there,
though they won't.
When they listen to your laughter
as you tug at my limp feet,
they won't even hear
as you tell my tale.
But standing on this trestle,
looking into your dark eyes,
I feel the want
and I imagine the peace...
Yes, dark lover,
I hear you calling...
...just let me slip off my shoes.
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