Spatial spades are jabbing, lonely tears are the only truth,
Sitting on shared joys, on consecrated grins, induced by heartache.
If only voices carried across landlocked dreams, oh how it hurts!
Praying for my angel to descend into my arms as Juliet,
Feigning not death but a patience, let me drink that concoction, baby.
Bring me back to those days that you made wonderful,
Stars glimmered, sun spun, and they revolved you, my sweetheart.
Brown gusts of cold drafts down my throat,
Yellow Modelos swirl like an Autumn punch of wind downhill,
White stars spark on a footnote and twirling go I, in a flash downing your barley tears,
Red comes the flush on their cheeks smacked with rum and gaiety,
Black ends the night, till dawn do I face the hurricane.
Drunken strolls through neon avenues,
Fun blotched and stained, that song is our cue,
God, I soar so low when you’re exclusively mine,
Dream lover, effortlessly make me unwind,
Sober words swim on clear natural springs,
Peace engulfs and drowns, you among the beautifullest things,
So wow and bow after setting me ablaze,
No fakery, just drunk on your loud climax, always,
Dream lover, why don’t you get me off spiritually,
Lowly mortals shine less like diamonds but you shine me brightly,
So say it sweet and tender, lay it on me,
As you’re exploding, mean it for eternity.
Your tears stampede, those thighs and stare, epitome of beauty
Your paranoia, mood swings, those lips and hands, flame when you dance
Your tone betrays, sarcastic whips, inner strength and confidence, boy you got it made
Your sadness glides, that sensual, tender soul, resonate and dominate
Your dirt poor self worth, rich manhood and toned wisdom, mine’s the earth and yours the sun