Wish You Were Here (Part Two)

I let waves of the jumbled mix of Notes and lyrics wash over me. Cool to the touch, They burn my shivering skin with etches of memories And emotions that sketched graphic lights into my heart, embedded in my lost (or is it hidden?) Soul.

I wish you were here.

But-

The patterns that rule my flesh would ruin yours With a vigorous, rigorous Course of poison and flame. So I keep my distance And travel light. sleeping with death to warm my bed each night, rather than your doomed kiss and heated passion at my side.

Yet-

I wish you were here.

The tiny eighth-notes dancing on my brain dig their stiletto heels into My head, clawing at my thoughts and releasing caged demons that know too much and carelessly share wild indulgences with the unsuspecting neighboring heads.

And all I hear, echoeing in the chasms and in every corner of my person, are those repeated syllables uttered with the essence of steam floating off the drenched steel ground-

How I wish you were here.