You shiver in the cold of night.
Your dark eyes burn – a restless flame.
Your face, glinting in neon light,
evokes feelings I’m afraid to name. Continue reading “Worth It All”
So, here we are, again – in the old, dark basement bar where you used to serve drinks on weekends, and where I used to run through the money I made working night shifts at the cylinder factory by the vacant airport. Of course, on nights you were working, you’d give me my drinks for free – even when I’d order two Cuba Libres for me and another girl I was with. Yeah, that’s the kind of mindless prick I was back then, and the kind of kind-hearted and naive soul that you probably still are today. This low-ceilinged place is still filled with the same old mouldy smell that would cling to our clothes and hair and make our bedrooms reek at least two days of every god-damned week when I still lived here. You’re talking to your friends now, and I’m talking to mine, and when our eyes meet across the crowded room, we give each other a brief, covert smile and look away. It’s been five long years now since the last time you’ve let me into your warm bed; it had been my birthday, three months after I had broken up with you for the second time, and I had been knocked down in a stupid bar fight, and we had both been drunk beyond repair. The next day, I lay in your bed with a bruised cheek and the worst hangover since probably last Tuesday and waited until your family was out of the house, so I wouldn’t have to see them on my walk of shame home. When I think about how often I have disappointed your parents, whom I loved more than my own back then, I already know how stinking drunk I’ll be later tonight. Continue reading “Old Rivers Run Deep”
When the wind carries the salty scent of the smooth sea from the south,
and a void forms in the balmy air where you once stood,
I know that I no longer belong to these people, nor to this town,
as a dull pain still lingers – of a farewell not withstood. Continue reading “A Farewell Not Withstood”
If this is pain,
then it pales
in the light of your tenderness. Continue reading “To Hell With Hatred”
Splintering trysts with drifted souls;
forbidden kisses of gin;
unspoken words of love long dead,
corroded by lust and sin –
how many touches to forgiveness? Continue reading “How Many Breaths to Immortality?”
The lights of Paris in your eyes
tell stories of a life arcane.
The golden walls of Notre Dame
glimmer in the nightly Seine,
as sparks of curiosity
set your candid smile aflame. Continue reading “The Lights of Paris in Your Eyes”
You can smell it –
cold cigarette butts on the dirty bus stop floor.
You can taste it –
one drink too many, served on a liquor-soaked bar. Continue reading “Dawn”
Come down to the water
and join me at the dawn.
Please let me hold you,
I’ve been running all the night.
The bond’s forever broken,
my heart’s forever torn.
I’ve forgotten long ago
what’s wrong and what is right. Continue reading “Forevermore”
I’m lying here next to you,
been day drinking again.
And I’m afraid of touching you –
unlike all your other men.
For my own good, you’re ignoring me,
keep pushing me away.
You drive me insane anyhow,
so please just let me play.
Scratch me, bite me, break my heart;
baby, make me bleed.
Everybody’s hurting baby;
a fix is what I need. Continue reading “One More Fix”