Sunset comes at half past 8
The sun drops through the garden gate
The glory then a darker shade of blue.
See your eyes at least I think
They sparkle like a darker drink
A sink into a world I never knew.
But somehow then when I approach
So careful as to not encroach
Just touch you with the lightest touch of glove.
Still I want to feel you there
Surround me like the darkest air
And fill me up with your breath like a glue.
Is this Love? What is Love?
I never knew.
See you standing there you smoke
A pervert in his evening cloak
A bather in a silver wave of time.
Sun goes down we watch it fall
Together pressed against a wall
Then run my finger down your nose’s line.
Somehow in the evening dusk
From far away it comes to us
The purple silk that grips us like a glove.
Look into your eyes and see
A presence looking back at me
I want to drink from your lips til I’m blue.
Is this Love? What is Love?
I never knew.
40 eyes around us see
The air it swirls in ecstasy
To switch directions now it’s switching back.
Watch string from your pocket fall
To climb its way back up the wall
Enticing you to follow in its track.
Grip your hand- no please don’t go
Cause everyone I ever know
They leave me there just clinging to a glove.
Smell your neck but I can see
Your eyes have drifted off of me
Into the sky to spy the bedded moon.
Is this Love? What is Love?
I never knew.
But as you can see from the background, the feeling of control was only a dream. And one washing shrank the sleeves to halfway up my arms, transferring me from library to insane asylum.