chilled.

i am cold.
the night is cold.
the moon,old yet whole,
is my mother who shines
to thaw my freezing tears.
years could march on
and i might still frolick in
my own salt pool for fools.
or i might grow above you,
above history,above everything
that once hurt.
in my tshirt,
i will soar like the man
i once seemed to be.
i will soar free.

apple of my eye.

i could die at this hour.
babylon here i come.
oh paradise take me.
i will not face life without she that is me.
i will not fight for myself alone.
i am not selfish.
i could bleed for two.i could bleed for you.
yet you die.
oh eve,forgive me.