Minds alike

Fuck

Kings playin' for power
Lovers running to cower
In the confines of ones own distrust
Wasted
Youth
Love
Time.
Trumpin' standards like congress
Shattered hoards of inner conflicts
Subdivision at its finest...
And the hour is only just upon us.
Crushed dreams/wet dreams/ broken pipelines and pickin' up the pieces
Fragments cut, tendrils corrupt, feel my skin under yours. I take it back (to back)
Touch
Hold
Caress
Wandering hands; fleeting minds
Perverted notions of the optimum time
Subject to crimes
Of illusion, mystique and power
Between the sheets. Sleep.
Listen, my love. Hear the silence in,
Everest's faint hush
Take the faith¿
Hold the jump ¿
Taste these lips
Lover's about to tip.

- To the man I'm told not to love