The burning stars laugh for these putrid thoughts;words flowing through misery, have ended in romantic silence.
A poets lung breathes, for its growing in me’ shaping boundlessly throughout an existence of unkown being.
I feel his warmth, beneath and beyond this cold disapearing night, as if we weren’t worlds apart.
But inside this frame his soulful kiss still breathes me life. And I am warm again,yet I find myself alone.
Through a nightmare darkly, I realize dreams only last a night.
