Sear Me MCMXCIII

Pour yourself into me, our time approaches

so near, that I sigh. What danger in such an

adorer? We dance and the music dies. We

carry them all away, as we glide through

their lost eyes. You lift me above myself,

with the ghostly lake of your mind. Arise

from your slumber in my arms. Your beauty

took the strength from me. In the meadows

of heaven, we run through the stars.

Romantic in our tastes. We are without

excuse. We burn in our lust. We die in our

eyes and drown in our arms.