Drown down the stream Our woeful dreams. You have set the fires To raise up desire. We have not Been so close to warmth, While we were sailing across Something so blue. Your hands, My shoulders Part On their ways, down two hemispheres, For I cannot turn my direction To kiss the corner. There is simply too much to hold up. I dream of necks frozen by ice, I dream of lips that hold back the kiss. I am in the nightmare Of a love that was never opened From the wrapping of two skeletal arms. I am on my way Towards the deeper end of dismay. Can you sleep Without trying to open your eyes To see the sunrise? My eyes have been burned black As the coals to which I hold Close in my skull, with head buried in my palms. You are beautiful, Or were Upon a time The world never mattered.