Pilgrims and Shrines
I don't know how to express
This longing desire, that crawls
And scratches on my back
Yet the itch is so tempting
I feel lost in the stars
Trying to reach, reach, reach
For a hopeless love like mine
The tender yet electric touch
That warms my body and fries my head
The final curtain begins to fall
And the door of my heart
Opens no matter how hard I try
To lock it with my keys
My romantic, hopefully hopeless heart
The shame as the whole world pulls its eyes towards me
As I'm exposed, naked as a prositute about to be stoned
Yet the fire that burns me keeps me from the cold
The future dances around me like an enchantress
Entices me with the wine of my earthly desire
I beg to stop drinking it yet I'm pacified from my drunkeness
I've nobody to crush on other than Possibility
Possibility kissing my shoulder,
Slowly undressing,
Dying yet reliving,
Feeling the softness of my skin
Then our souls will mesh together,
Remain together,
Like longlost friends,
Not chained,
But embraced like we reunited
Staying at home,
Even after the bodily death
Biting my neck like a hungry wolf, while
We play like cats in the wild
The wind takes us away from the
Meaningless concept of Time,
As we fall away in our love
And I've been given a gift, as I exchange mine to you
Only being able to breathe the air
Of Possibility until I lose breath and die
Before being reborn and sobbing like a child
As your kiss
And your carress
Revives my heart