So often you brush against my mouth...and I hush..but, tonight I am wide OPEN and I fall upon your whispering vines like stars to burn. We, looking up at the stars that we know quite well...looking up at those stars straight from hell, shake, shiver and moan. And, I missed you terribly today. And I looked into the emptiness with its' lace and its' candor and thought fuck what other people think.. candor? Yeah, candor. So we howl and beat wings, battering inside... and we know we both let the more loving one be cast aside, let the more loving one really reside in this house that we call love... this house that we call love.
Words © Wendy Rose Watson
