I was speaking in riddles
you couldn't define
I was separate from reality
Your voice on the line
I let you go in a strange way
Without an orgasm your skin
was too soft to repay
easy to untie dreams
that keep me on the line
hold tight
One last time
To each other
on this night
Of rainstorms
We're dry on the inside
Of our own little worlds
I won't be the last to leave you
Wet with injustice
pointless in riddles
without words or dreams
