Your pale neck stretching against The gentle, furtive touch of Love’s blossoming fingers. Our young hearts melting at last Like the finest candies whose taste dissolves and lingers Like love left on tongues unspeaking.
cutting jagged paths across this city fresh wounds over old scars a thousand nights have passed with the bottle here between us hidden in clouds of cigarette smoke our breathing slowed for far too long you find me down desolate alleys where a whisper of your name can bring your mouth to mine