(technically lyrics to a song i wrote, but i put...
The autumn leaves are falling...

In hours of inky darkness
Our worn lives would breathe away the sleep...

Of course I'm OK
And you believe me...

My gentle curves slowly swaying in your arms
Writhing and slender, made warm by your palms...

That lazy summer haze, so warm against my skin
And left a graze of gold...

You believe we are almost there
almost happy...

Crying and never stopping
Everywhere I look is rain...

So you look at me with your bleary, teary eyes
Always a show with you, always a pantomime...

My moulding, shifting, billowing core
Like a silk scarf in the wind...

(a poem i wrote a long time ago, its not...
Sing for me little birdie...

As I enter your room
That hidden stage for your mime...

Everlasting incandescent muttering
Spinning your silver strands of deceit...