Vulgar and vain and voluptuous you lie
With one hand you climb and strain toward death
Laughing, eyes wild, face raised to the skye
Tranquility lining your every deep breath
Approaching thunder you ascend
Dark mirth in your throat and sweat on your brow
Your creed that you'll break before you bend
And no one will stop you now.

As ink to paper
Black to white
Your whimpers blot
The calm of night
This sorrow you hold
This anger you hide
You would do well
To keep inside
Did you expect me
To turn away?
You are wrong;
Though I drown, I'll stay.

O’er the merry winds of dusk
I’ll sing into the blue
And embrace the breezes at my back like a lover
My spirit twirls and mingles
With the journeying clouds
As sounds of passion dance
With the approaching night.

To those who lie
With haunted eyes
Respond in kind
But blame them not.
They sing the tongue
That they have sung
Since they were young
And truth they've sought;
But it evades
The traps they've made.
So the charade
Goes on unfought.

Just dance with me, don't say a word
For silence is to speech preffered
I'd rather your lips in smile curved
Than slave to phrases seldom heard.
Leave thither your aching sorrow
Come run with me, and on the morrow
In shadows we shall leap unbound
Our laughter, here, the only sound
The brilliant joy of fickleness
Our bodies wake as bruised hearts rest
Beneath my friend the moon we twirl
And lavender hope around us swirls.