The list keeps getting longer
Of questions I can't answer
And I'm supposed to be
Here for an education.

I'm scared to be in love with you
Because I know what we'll do
When we have to walk away
And I fear that impending day

I feel the pulse beat
In my fingers
And taste the breath
Of you,
Spilling over my skin,
Heavy,
Like the smooth smoke
Of a cigar.
Holding my tongue
Between your teeth,
You whisper your
Intoxicating prayers,
And surround all thought
In my mind...

This deserted land deserves better
With it's broken and abandoned fame