tHe Pass -T
The breath on my neck ,
Sweet perfume consumes
Intoxication of elegant fumes,
That anaesthetise the bloody soul,
That reaches to find ether to hold
Your eyes they keep
Dark and deep to make me weep
To turn my wrist
To shake my fist
At sickness that inside me grips.
Your pale calm beauty
Now gentle eyes, your soft warm skin
Your welcome sighs.
Two lovers in the dark entwined
Each crease in flesh , each well known line.
The soft warm
hand of endless time ,
Creates a map in each ones mind
Of nights gone by,but now the signs,
Are lost in Misty memory
Are lost in Mist