Wind my key.

I am ever willing to paint 

A thousand pictures of you.

What if not love, is worth dying for?

The bewitched weep,

   And the thieves

             refuse to return

That part of your soul.

Magic

IS IT THE MUSIC?

The ever maddening music
That heightens my affections for you?
Then I’ll stay and away and turn it off
Banish playing music of any kind!

IS IT YOUR PICTURES?
Do they fan the flames of my longing?
Cold photographs with your smile in it ignite some diaphanous fire
Then I shall set all of them in flames!

But then I look around
And it’s the EVERYDAY, it’s EVERYWHERE!
Perhaps, this is what seers warned me about…
MAGIC!

Indigo

I'll taste the filth of your mercy
And kiss the back of your hand
Steeped in my curiosity
I cannot leave it behind!

Pray that I survive the dreams
That I paid for in gold coins
Stark, beautiful, even in our darkest hours.
Beastly, ghastly and ambitious to the core.

Locked together in this whirlpool of uncertainty
There is no turning back!
Hold on to me, we are nothing but...
Two lovers fading to black.