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

You taste so fine
Like a bottle of '87 wine
Putting a smile on my face
And tingles down my spine

Despite all our swearing
We let ourselves fall apart.
I knew it last July
As we stood in the old alley
Posing in the lighting
With your camera held high.

I have yet to memorize your face

For I fear you'll catch me staring.