The nights passion is driven
Pushed to the brink with each touch...

I really hate math
Poems should not require counting...

I have traveled both time and space
Searching for all that you posses...

There is so much I do not know
I may never understand it all...

Born out of the fires of hell
Bathed in deeds of darkness...

Forever lost in your look of love
Mercurially slipping into your arms...

As I lay in the operating room dieing
I could hear them talk, he does not have long...

Shots ring out in the night
Bricks crashing through the windows...

Cold blue steel lying at my feet
Heavy scent of iron filling the air...

It is waiting for me
Cold and empty...

Mist creeps over the edge of the road
Headlamps catching whisps of spirits in the light...

Visions of our lips finding each other
A flash of lust lights the room...