The Lives That Live Here

It makes my heart hurt to think of you
And of the promised pleasure
of peeling me away
In a dark room
Where only we
Just begin to exist.

We are surrounded by your creations
Tied to moonlight coming through
windows.
Your cluttered living space,
Paint and canvas.
I hope you offer to paint me.

We lay in your bed
The scent of us already familiar
We can barely smell it

You take my hand and pull me up
Tossed bodies, skin with drying sweat.
T-shirts on only.
You lead me outside,
Into the quiet streets
Warm, in the middle of the night.

We see evidance of lives lived off color
In the dark shadows before us
And nothing else.
Your grin is a half moon against the dark sky
And we walk like we are dancing.

The roads are empty and we don't have much to say tonight.
You turn to me.
Your hands, they run all over my body,
Softned by the night.
We kiss deeply. Tenderly.
Urgency is for another time.
Right now, we are sweet.

We part so you can smoke
And my eyes dance
As I watch you.

I want you to have me under this light.
Have these streets lit with our glory.
Add to the shadow world
Our own colour and shapes
And change the lives that live here.

Oh, you can tell I am moving
From tenderness to heat
You hear it in my breath and,
The loud way my mind moans
You are amused by how little abandon
I have in this abandon.

But you will teach me to be kind
Ans teach me to be patient
And teach me what you know
About why we do the dirty things we do
So I can think the thoughts you have,
When you exhale and stare me down.
Nights like this are a reward you had not
intended.

This, this is what it is all about.
Living like death doesn't becomes us.
On these empty streets,
In the dead of the night.

Come, you say as you flick your smoke.
Come, let's go back to bed.
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I have to say goodbye to you
I have to leave you resting and alone.
I have to gather my things and get home
Before the sun comes up.

As I make my way I think,
Would it matter?
If you were no one
Or anyone
Or so inexplicably you?