i've touched you one more time,
and i've felt enough.
day and night,
night and day.
the way it is,
is the way i'm not sure if i want.
all alone, through these hours.
the hours go fast, and sometimes slow.
sometimes i see, sometimes i don't.
within my dreams i see the things speak.
they speak in tongues of flame and desire.
the flames turn orange, red, blue.
they never cease, never ebb.
i'm red, yet i appear blue,
and on to the other colors of
the spectrum.
the things, they don't change.
only ebb and flow and evolve.
just like the pounding of my red organ.
it never stops.