Refrain

And you said...
But that never really mattered anyway.

Just like my words,
As they disappear.
Lost in thin air.

My heart aches,
For what I know,
Because the truth is in my pain
And how I feel...

Yet I still refrain.

Alone.
Again.
In this damn bed.

Whiskey Soaked Lips

LA lights, never shine quite as bright as in the movies. 

But something about this dimly lit alleyway, has got me twisted,

In a way.

And we're trying to fight the morning light,
Whiskey soaked lips & lipstick stained nights.

But what are we waiting for?

The sun to rise? 

As our grip tightens on the moon.

Laughter flows freely,
Almost as freely as the booze,
And our conversation.

Twenty Five Cents

Cheap coffee,
Maybe for you cheap cigarettes.
Cheap perfume
And cheap whiskey.

But it's the simple things
Like Cheap love
Cheap sex
Cheap "maybes"


What's love, but twenty five cents?

Zephyr

She was a different kind of soul,
She liked lavender lattes and rock n roll.
Her spirit was free,
Like a bird in the wind.
Always moving east to west, then back again.

She wore vintage clothes, and torn up jeans.
Tossed her hair, cuffed her sleeves.
Sang shamelessly in quirky bars,
All cares to the wind...

This time was hers.

She grew with each sunrise,
And blossomed with each sunset.
She reminisced of times they met.

A simple song in the sweet wind.

Effortless

Time.
Endless,
Seemingly short and eternal consecutively.
How could something so intangible, be so cherished?
Could it be the moments?
Each second that passes, better than the last.

Conversation ran deep,
And time... stood still.
But oddly allowed for travel among memories ...
Similar memories, similar scenarios
Similar fears.

Two souls, stripped and simply talking..
Bare.
Hours pass, unbenounced to them.
So comfortable... So freeing... So simple.

So effortless.

Exploration

Whiskey.
You start to feel warm.
You cheeks become a sweet rose color.
Eyes, glass over.
Smile widens.

Tequila.
You feel frisky,
Dangerously living on the edge.
1,2,3
Time to go back to the hotel.
Listen to music.
Dance a little.

More.
Inhibitions disappear,
Stripping back your emotions, soul, and clothes.
Senses enhanced? Maybe.
Time to explore.

Haunting Words

A dream,
You were there... moonlight in your hair
Because, how else would we be meeting ?

Your smile, inviting.
Your touch, enticing.
Your gaze, alluring.

A spell cast on me,
Although I am sure cast on many others.
Not so special, but a spell strong enough to bond one to the temptation.

You have a way of making us feel like the only one you've ever laid eyes on.
Like we are special,
But that is your guise.
Your venom that makes it near impossible to break free.

I too, am like you.
Feeding off of the energy of another to fill a sick void.
We share a hunger.
It is so beautifully wicked that we tease one another with it, seeing who will give in first.

Will I loose control?
Or will you succumb to my energy in the moonlight?

Awake, I'm shaken.
Your words from my dream haunt me.