Sunset when she rises.

Her hands are shaking

She's never done this before

As her face is painted with the blood inside her

The ravage crimson beneath her milk white skin

Connecting her cheeks to her eyes as if they were stars in the sky

Her tongue, dancing behind her teeth

I'm hoping she needs someone to dance with

If not today, tomorrow

While the time and life are being cut

I only have time to observe other than her

I don't want to give myself away

Tracing her thoughts back to her

While her breath of comfort stabs my heart

I'd like to dissect myself at this moment

So she can see my heart beating

And know that it is there, waiting for her

Plans are made and nights are spent (though they are free as long as no one is watching)

At the top of the stairs

Or the seats of the 'Santa Fe'

In my hands

Or in my head

We already know that coal just burns out

Like the cigarettes falling from the roof

Of all the nights

An evolution proceeds

From my lips to hers

And back to mine

The white walls with the harsh brown overlay

We've exchanged secrets here before

But none told me we'd be here together

Our eyes close

And we dream

And our bodies touch

My hands over hers

My neck, magnetic to hers

Follow the stairs

We end up in the room as crimson as I remember her face during the dissection

Our hearts beat as one

We wake to leave each other

After a mutual car trip of course

She is not seen for hours

minutes

seconds

days

The aching begins

I lose my mind

But at the last minute

Realize she took it by accident

She gives me it back

We go out for a night and a morning

And embrace the rain

A week of preserved emotions is ahead

We live off them like life support

Though we are the O type

So only our emotions can support us

Stone is written in

And names are given

A walk turns into a night so fast

The question comes up

In the cold warmth

Where we've been chasing each other

Though positioned

I am not dreaming

Dreams are a way of escaping reality, I've no need to escape

Another micro evolution occurs

Was it forced

Or was it raw?

Shadows are projected from the eyes at this point

Though the room is dark

Does not mean we have to be

However I choose this

The play is acted out

But before the last scene

I save it from an abrupt ending

Which was of my cause regardless

The thought of her tongue once more being locked behind her teeth hits me

It kills me

I love her so.