Still Dreaming Myself On to You
And you cover me
In th abyss of my brain.
Skip around the fire
In a spiritdream of night,
Flickering like a new love
In the temple of my heart!
Writing into myself
Around my inner nearness
Or the remoteness of you
Writing around or through the misery.
And here s another thought:
You and me together in a car bound south,
Me slipping hopefully, desire-filled,
In between the particles of your body,
Holding the price of your affection
In the palm of my greedy hand.
The new ideology:
Your love as the grease of my heart,
The pleasure of my loneliness,
In between all the bright places
That light up my hopeless desire.
But its only a sweet face
Printed on the covers of a book
And the burning liquid in my guts
That brought me to this revelation:
How I yearn with all my might
From out of the places of despair,
That lie in the chasms
Of my heart and my brain,
For somebody to carry my torch.