Dance with me Just this one time. You don't have to even look at me after tonight. Just hold me close, Whisper sweet things in my ear. I'll lean my head on your shoulder, You'll put your hands on my back.
Maybe wrapped in your arms I'll feel whole. Perhaps in warming my body you can warm my soul.
You are like Warm socks On my feet. I look west, Across the sea, Towards the sun, And my nostrils Can't even recoil At the rancor Of the wind Without these Warm socks On my feet.
Through imaginary blizzards, your tinder kept me warm.
Day two of the coldest winter Even the defrost cycle on my long car rides to clear my mind will not make these bones anything else than frigid We were a blizzard, our love affair, cooped up in my room for 5 days We didn't leave bed except for the necessities, we didn't leave bed except for coffee and cigarettes I'm not ready to admit it's over yet My room strewn with artifacts that once belonged to you The ring you gave me now a holy and sacred treasure That sits in my teacup altar to the gods I may or may not believe in I don't believe in many concrete ideas But I believe in the idea of you I love the idea of you The creases in your smile As you kissed my neck in the night Now I wake up alone and reach for you Only to find the dogs have taken your place Don't get me wrong, I love them so much But the sanctity of your skin could never compare To the warmth provided by the mongrels I share my bed with I'm rambling I'm not making any sense Like our love affair Too fast to fall But it made so much sense
If you meant it When you said That I make you feel Warm inside, Then I'd say you leave me Smoldering.
An ode to destruction, Striking perfidiousness. The very thought of you Cripples me beyond belief. Disdain for you Dangles from my neck And burns retched holes in my skin.
If you meant it When you said That I make you feel Warm inside, Then I'd say you leave me Lustrous.
Any attempt to describe you Would render me loquacious. You are the feeling of Kicking high on a swing, And a coffee break on an Autumn afternoon. I feel rejuvenated and renewed Each time I breathe your name.
You could crush Or compose me In one moment's time. You could curse Or control me, Love or Fuck me. Just never let Me go.
Whatever happened to warm summer nights? Crisp moons? Vacant chairs in a room full of distant memories? My inspiration comes at dusk. When only the soft can hear me. When I sit alone on the rooftop, Screaming. Save me from my innovations! Cherish my recollections! Ins't there any way? Any propose? Any reasoning? What ever happened to the gatherings? Where the glasses were filled with drunken, eager souls, Impatient for a footloose renaissance glee. Why cant every eve be a clever throng of people Just waiting to drown their sorrows in a salted lake of jubilee? Whatever happened to simple summer nights? Whatever happened to love?
