Solar

Whatever Floats Your Heartache
It's a gilded enamel of waking, alone and,
Naked and numb without cover today.
Sweat still clings to every curve of your beautiful body.
Every curve but the one exposed.
Nipples hard from embossed frost obscured from the window,
That spider like webs made of crystalised innocence.
Opaque with a sense of my biggest mistake,
Emerald eyes struggle to hold back the flow.

Touch my hand and I recoil,
Hold my face and I'm hit with a bullet of memory.
Look at what you've done to me.
Take me back, take me back,
To the days where the sex was guilt free.

Sunlight doesn't suite you anymore.
I think it's best to remain in this nebulous mausoleum.
I'd rather be seen alone on the streets,
Then be noticed alone in your company.
And that's why- I don't bother with small talk anymore.
Just down to the sheets amongst tangled feet.
Where we play our role unseen and discreet,
Unseen, unknown and exposed.

Touch my hand and I recoil,
Hold my face and I'm hit with a bullet of memory.
Look at what you've done to me.
Take me back, take me back,
To the days where the sex was guilt free.

Ulterior motive for such accommodation,
Illustrated lust in a too-small sweater,
The perfect chaste example for all of the nation,
A pity for supporters I know you better.

Touch my hand and I recoil,
Hold my face and I'm hit with a bullet of memory.
Look at what you've done to me.
Take me back, take me back,
To the days where the sex was guilt free.