to have accepted it, aye-
there is no shame in the hairs around your face,
and my gaze, like a pinprick of dawn
will not capture such return
i am a sweat-drop on the breast of God,
and in my solitude, my solace,
the agony of one
unknowing i am the twisted seal
upon her straightened back
suddenly i find myself lost in wishes
to be, not one person, but, somehow
a comfort and a joy for myself-
like two birds flying through blue i’d be
and from this wasted town i’d flee
perhaps i just crave something secret,
whispers in the dark, or a
silent wondering when you’ll return to my castle
in the mind, in a world i can percieve
in the turn of your shoulder to mine
so maybe it was a second thought
i never had, but wishing
the past was a bit different will not change my world-
i am like unto a stone of heart, and melted
o i drift into the sand-
to speak of beaches in the night is perhaps too much to bear-
i think, over my warm bed i would freeze a while
to see those warm eyes and frozen smile
The Sound of Venus 