the perfect stranger

without a face

without a name

beautiful stranger

perfect stranger

with lips and hips molded to mine

maybe it is only myself

maybe a perfect stranger of my imagination

perfect stranger who knows my name

perfect stranger why do you come

baring thrones and drugs alike

good and evil wrapped into my arms

perfect stranger of mine

understanding word filled kisses

break on our cheeks

showing the long forgotten sides of ourselves

until we fade away

beautiful stranger

perfect stranger

turn away and become

the shadow of myself