Walking Into Window Panes

Promiscuous, thats the both of us

Me and she, and our lovers..

We never tell and never share their secrets,

Hidden in public spaces

Behind shelves and inside cupboards,

When we're lonely, or angry or feeling funny

We run away with our lovers,

To the grand old oak at the cemetery,

And make love beneath the whispers,

With our lovers,

And the leaves flutter like paper,

Blown to the hut beside the cliffs,

The sea dreaming of climbing waves,

To where we melt with our lovers...

Under the broken windows,

Forgetting pain and the freezing cold,

Naked with our lovers.....

Into the darkness of ink which paint colors.