sitting on my hands

the faces of my youth grow old yet I believe that I remain ageless, immortal,        and free from the dance of decay then the moment comes, that moment where I see that look in the eye of a girl I would have once too easily taken to bed the very same look I would have once …

stolen smiles

maybe it was you that came to me or perhaps I went to you, I am not sure who called to who but I dreamt of you last night I fell in love with your smile all over again, it was as if I had never seen it before just like the smell of you …