Touch me when the moon turns over
I’ll choke my pillow with my desire instead
My fingertips burns and scolders
Cold porcelain cups warm the morn
A silence waiting to be said
Strangers sharing the divided bed
The frosty glow of your computer
Steals you away with other suitors
I’m next to you yet miles away
Lost out to sea in my own emotion
I will return from foreign lands
But will you recognise me?
Set your walls down and be?
Recoiled affections, tortured sensory depravation.
Falling on numbness that denies
My love for you
A desolate landscape
Nothing grows here anymore
Fingerprints left on your door