I remember the first conversation we had
When your vocal cords arranged the beautiful melody of

the darkened room
cools gently

drawing dreamers
to unreal planes

veiled footfalls

Every night I lay into a pink sleep, which is the secrecy of her arm’s love for me. There is a

Slow change into the wild arms of sunlight
Leaves me exciting
While in her company our glowing

Like a dark-blue angel I walk these streets asleep
Spilling water-thoughts for my sky-blue

For goodness sake take a look at that cake!
Triple-tiered and dreamy,
fruit-filled, sponge or

I like to make
her cry
that flushed look
and quivering lip
red puffy eyes
confused and

This place is always a little lonely
At the weekends...no noise and life;
I like solitude,
But

As a young man,
I was always obsessed
By melancholy.
I saw deep sadness,
The quality
That so

Does freedom bare a certain song,
That I might have to sing?
I wish for days that may be

Feeling once this way,
Was the truth I wouldn't speak.
Words upon the page,
Other poems, came to

Fall into my eyes,
Be there for me, one more time;
Not my worry lines,
Now our love, she and

Through precious streets as tender as the night which bears them grace
And luscious heat which