Aching fingertips sliding down the brick, nails
scratching at the stone in a panicked search for
stability, desperation overwhelming to stop
this descent into the abyss, this tumble
through the unknown.

At the sound of your name this heart pounds
a violent cadence, flooding the vein with
impending excitement.  Those eyes, twin
spheres of magnificence painted in golden
strokes of mystic light; the admiration of the
sun interwoven with an angelic visage.

Your gentle voice colliding with my mind in
a bittersweet movement of orchestral wonder;
yet all too well it is known that voice does not
utter declarations of devotion nor sweet
whispers of desire.  My name does not
dance upon lips of cherry grace, nor swirl
upon the tongue of symphonic splendor.

Shattered earth, structure crumbling in an explosive
collapse of solid ground.  Stumbling, falling still
into this absence of light, this encompassing
shadow through which I cannot see tomorrow.
Wanting you, feeling you pumping through
my soul, begging for your tender touch.. dreaming
of the words I long to hear.  

This heart betrays me, painting illusions of
what it wants and leading me, thirsting and
dying throughout mirage after mirage, crashing
down upon the sand to heave and sigh the
last breath of devoted craving.  The hours tick
and fingers find their grip, a gentle heart
slowly turns to stone, soon I'll be damned to
be alone.