The moonlight like a dagger shines
Through Venetian blinds
Showing yearning shadows
Starting to unwind
partly eclipsed the quiet traffic
Scars the asphalt with tatoos
And I sit and think of you

But now I only stare through windows
Scratched with veils of rain
And I see a sky bleached white
And I wonder will I ever forget the pain
That you were a lie

I remember your smile
Elastic on your face
Put me in a viscious sweat
I grasp you in the haze
And your eyes so soft and warm
You delighting in your harm

© 1982 Frank Christian