Not Unlike

Touches to the fabric of 
my mind's eye

ripples into waves, 
disrupting the reflection of the sky-

the stars glitter and gleam
in a world so unreal, so formless

stars glitter better in unreality-
reflections pass for life of the soulless.

The serene touches of the moonlight
glowing on your pale skin

Forbidden rythms sounding in the night
no light to reveal our sin-

This profane ground we tread upon 
is made holy by the twinkle in your eye-

one that glitters and gleams like the burning 
stars in endless sky-

A gleam that unchecked I left, 
the pain of a soulless truth more painful then uncertainty.

Your alabaster whispers in the disconnected dark
connected with me thirstily-

And with a touch, a breath, my devotion was yours-
you lured me like sleep to the freezing-

and I came willingly, and tried to be close
but in the end you left me bleeding-

And the spikes that peirce my heart
hurt less then remembering that twinkle in your eye-

But as I look closer I remember that your eyes were glittering-

Not unlike those reflections of the night sky.