Graveyard Coffeehouse

Cold Lonely Nights

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It is on
The cold lonely nights
I love you
The most
When tears come
To my eyes
And my stomach
Reels in pain
Swallowing crimson
Rivers
From my bleeding heart
That aches
To lay
Next to yours
Beating as One
In the darkness
I can still see
Your brown eyes
Fixed upon my gaze
Taste your sweet kiss
Full pouting lips
Pressed to mine
Tongues flickering
Serpentine
Tickling
Sweat on goose flesh
Running my fingers
Through flowing hair
In ghostly reverie
Whispering your name
In the black
Come to me
Come to me
My Love
To the desert
Of a darkened room
Making love
Passionately
Fire on gasoline
In a dream
Within a dream
That will not die
Go quietly
Into that good night
Caressing mocha
Soft skin
In the graveyard
Of my mind
Stealing a moment
From the past
To feed upon
Keeping me alive
Knowing it will
Never be enough
As it all fades
Like a phantasm
Mocking in a mirror
Wondering
If it is all
A beautiful lie
That will die screaming
Shifting
In thick bed covers
Trying to stay warm
Without your smooth
Voluptuous body
Pressed to
My muscled frame
Reliving the ecstasy
Of seeing you again
Stranded in silence
Thrashing in rumpled sheets
Like a lost sailor
Drowning in the ocean
Thinking of you
Endlessly
As the minutes
Hours pass
Awaiting your embrace
So far away
That will not come
On a cold
Lonely
Night.