Moments Lost

The first time you hurt someone and like it – The first time you steal and cheat and win

Worth It All

You shiver in the cold of night. Your dark eyes burn – a restless flame.

When the wind carries the salty scent of the smooth sea from the south

If this is pain, then it pales in the light of your tenderness.

Splintering trysts with drifted souls; forbidden kisses of gin; unspoken words of love long dead, corroded by lust and sin

The lights of Paris in your eyes tell stories of a life arcane.

You can smell it – cold cigarette butts on the dirty bus stop floor.

Come down to the water and join me at the dawn.

I’m lying here next to you, been day drinking again.