Maybe it was you after all
I had had my breaks and falls
I thought you'd just pass
But you stayed til last
Now I'll be true
Now, it is you.

I don't want to crush the lost but beautiful juncture
They are a frame of melancholy but I still want to remember
Lke pricking my own shattered heart aiming to puncture
All these years for a once glowing but now rotten ember

Maybe I'm so used to the sweet pain of desolation
That it now all feels like mere momentary solitude
Sort of being addicted to the stench of the unbearable situation
Yet preferring to surf the fatal waves of self condemnation rather than intrude

Maybe I can walk away now,this very minute
I could develop large wings of freedom and flap away
Cause it ***** being in this cold dark cave and I mean it
I feel tired of trying to keep my monstrous passion at bay

Probably I'm the reason I haven't got any ground
Intentionally lost because I don't want to be found

since I've got
into your lungs-
as a sudden
surprise!
this sweet
scent
lingers on. . .
late into the
non-twinklin'
humid night
hummin' 'bout  
our primal outburst
of raw desires -
delightful and determined!
not carin' for the rest
of the world -
let it cease -
for god's sake -
away!
along stray cats
and narrow alleys
& unfurl
somwhere else!
for your hard
passion upon my soft
skin. . . sang most
beautifully &
the desire's
splendour. . .
this luscious
lunacy
wouldn't leave
me 'till dawn -
this sleepless
inevitable
luminous
love grip