How Dark The Days

I want you with such tenderness
It’s like dying of exposure
I shiver as I sweat each drop of blood
Waiting for the day
When you sit quietly by my grave

Out on the streets
Clad in a bright and evil sun
The women flow
Like flotsam on a pond
Still not so beautiful
Next to the thought of your touch

With each day
The fever grows
Clothing me in the talons
Of a murder of crows

I’ve got to say
You’re so far away
Still I want you
Like the darkness of my days

© 2008, Mosquitobyte