Of Sand And Sulfur

I know we have been here before

Countless times engaged

In an empty embrace

Your every word teh touch of satin

Everything you do is a cold blade in my ribs

Leaving me breathless

Suffocating my thoughts

And I am helpless to your beauty

My eyes and woulds are still weeping

Let it dry up so I can fly again

Biting my tongue in hopes that words

Of weakness don't escape

Counting the days

Counting the moments

To dream of you again

Waiting always waiting