Stealing into my secret liturgy, I just knew she would be here, set before me with the patience of stone. Her face made beautiful in the colours of stained glass, I simply had no idea how to begin without her. Now I’m finally breathing, and stepping into a coloured world, I breathe only her. I begin to think I am somebody. But as the sun rises, I just want so badly for her to keep me. Quickly now, show me the colours again. Just a little longer… I was so damn good to you. But sitting alone in my nakedness, and with silence in the halls, the colours disappear…
Very nice. Sensitive young man maxxing
The poem is actually about cocaine addiction.