I Like The Way I Look

I like the way I look, inside your staring eyes I like that my words don't to instant silence fall- The stammering much more than smooth refrains, The reaching hands more than the quivering sighs. Feigning composure to cover a racing pulse, Sweating storms to impede the hammered heart: When you're tongue-tied's when I want you most, Our thinking counterparts turned into white-sheet ghosts. I like the way you're famished before we start, And the way your eyes work the ceiling above; Do you remember, from a thousand years hence- Remember the smooth-faced houses, the art? Do you remember canals and stone fountains- My hand on your neck, accompany me now; We'll return to where we used to know so well, Climb up the wild-flower infested mountains. Lie down in my lap, while I caress your temples, And we'll sow a great city upon the land- People it with lovers like you and me- And go much deeper down, than sand. (Written to Fly to the Sky, original piano composition by gothicevils)