I find you every woman's feature
The jesters we traded bred intimacy
We reciprocate other's sins
Begetting our own gravity
Abiding by what takes us passively
Sleeping in the sandbox of doubt
Next to the diluted innocence
Affected by hype
Where the rivers of your love derail
Short of my veins
Graceful lips smile
Kissing the marble cornerstone of your temple
From the cold halls of the soul
You still show me what they say is true
That love masquerades around midnight
We all pray the same
But answers come back differently
And our love flows around haphazardly in thirst
Like misguided teenage infidel spirits
I linger I inhale what I can
The aroma of your bed sweat
In mysteries we click
In reality we bore
In blasphemy we eager
In matrimony we lie
All in all
The extended truth is never enough
With its never-ending flow
Blindly following gravity
But around midnight, around midnight
When sleep takes a nap in the arms of darkness
I find the truth about what they say
Love barely nourishes us enough
Just to tick and pause and tick once more
Something mysterious about tomorrow
About hope about you
All our talk of you flows like the rivers
And the rivers of your love derail
Derails short of my veins