"December 4-5, 2004"

Ginning, Orion led me to your door --
found, I was lost in the stars
I climbed the staircase which led me to heaven
somehwere I swear it,
an angel shed a tear --
two cherubs were there as we shared our first kiss
one for you and one for me
watched us touch for the first time,
watched us drown in each other,
never to come up for air

Slipping myself between your arms
on a bed made for lovers
I got closer to you,
my whispering baby --
the moment seemed to shimmer
and the air was the sweetest I've ever breathed
sweet enough to guzzle
in wine glasses with diamonds on them
so we tumbled to the blankets
and in our glowing glory
our melodic sighing, i swear it, was
accompanied by distant piano
and harps of pure gold

Tangled tongues of red sweet saffron
and shining eyes full of passion
and love --
we moved in slow motion,
praying time would stop and that Earth
would quit spinning
Salty-sweet skin wrapped around
more soft limbs
swaddled in blankets,
our lips embracing til dawn,
falling asleep with the T.V. on...
all I could hear was your beating heart
and the sugary breath that keeps you alive
I worship the hear that keeps you mine
I worship the skin you live in

Quiet chaos wrapped in hotel blankets...
the sun can't wake us from this perfect morning
This real-life moment most only dream of
shines brighter than Aurora herself.
In the background I hear the ringing sound of godbye
creeping up from out of my heaven
and suddenly tears
are impossible to choke back
and my eyes flood as you stroke my hair
with the T.V. on...

Putting each arm into a fuzzy sweater
and each leg into my corduroy pants,
I wait for my angel to come kiss me goodbye
for two hours in the smiling sunshine.
And as two hearts break a little bit,
the sky begins weeping
and all the angels
cry for their favorite match
Each half of this perfect pair drives the other way
and the sky pours a river of
heavenly teardrops

Eight hours and gallons of tears later
I took down my hair
and emptied my pockets
and rested my head on a pillow you've never touched
and wrapped myself in a blanket you've never been inside
and I cried for you, my personal angel,
as I slowly drifted to a land dreams are made of
And as each lid closed
I felt your ghostly invisible kisses
taunting me with illusion
as I fell asleep...

Heaven awaits in a southern bedspread
with distant piano in the background
and your sweet boyish smile.
Snow falls in the north but there's
always a springtime
when two perfect hands
will clasp once again.