Candycane kisses
on Italian leather skin
that tastes so bitter
compared the the pink sky
that shines so bright
with orange stars and
purple clouds.

In your eyes is a
world so cold I dare not
look and feel my
heart freeze and lungs
gasp for breath.

And when I look, even under
the subtlest gaze, I
cannot look away and your
cold eyes take me to such
places of troubled paradice
and pink skies. . .

With orange stars and
purple clouds.

So terrifying,
that something so precious
and so beautiful can be so
cold and so lost.

Would you let me help?

I'd love too look and touch
(Italian leather skin)
and kiss
(lips made of razorblades)
until the troubled paradise
fades and the pink sky
turns blue.

But the blood from the
candycane kisses on
razorblades are my poison
I can't stay away.
I wish I knew if that
were good or bad.

For now, it's good enough.

8:34 pm Oct. 18/04