Images and whispers
Come out of a fog
They're Perfect
(I meant it; still do)

Room spinning
Horrible hotels and motels
Walks in the wood,
On invisible paths
Lost in the trees
In the dark.

Driving for hours
With nowhere to go
Looking for fields
That were private
Blood rush, and head rush
and so much emotion
And anger and shouting;
Long slow kisses
Lasting a life time
Souls exploding
Desire ever growing

Images and whispers
Come out of a fog
I love you
(I meant it; still do)