To a fast song
There was tongues in triangles
That spelled love
On the lips of babes
Frozen in time that was forgotten
By the past
I reached the door and stood
Knocking on the threshold
The white iris blossomed
In fragrances that smothered me
In the memory of your embrace
What took your place on the night of
A million stars
I tried to find my way back home to you
But your footsteps were swept away
Trace less in alibis
I tried to hold onto you
My Worry was discounted
My affection poor
Neglected mornings
Lingered with handfuls of tissues
And clothes on the floor
We kissed but this time
There wasn't more
