Cerebral Confines
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All I Can Do Is Wait
A Woman's Defence
The Ballad of the Dead Boy
The Blank Stares of Celibacy
Broken
Claudia
Firewalking
Forgive Me If I Seem Startled
Headless
Laden
Legion
Lustre
Ne Plus Ultra
Odium
The Only God
Passport Photo
Playing God
Pornocracy
Psycho Cafe/Nova Jane
Reinventing The Damned
Requiem for a Fallen Angel
Sex For Salvation
Shampoo
So Dirty
Soiled
Some Angels Carry Guns
Suicide Star
The Symmetry of the Flesh
The Symmetry of the Flesh (Final)
Turning The Kiss
Vertigo Heart
Vice
World Piece

there are days
when i wish you still lay by my side
loving my company
as much as i absorbed yours

there are nights
when i wish you still kissed my lips
loving me fully
as much as i worshipped your presence

there are times
when i wish you'd say to me those words
loving each sentence
as much as your own made me clumsy

there are moments
when i wish you were still making love to me
loving each touch of my skin
as much as i breathed in your warmth

but then i realize
i am crying
and drunk

and hopelessly awaiting
the arrival of a ghost


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