• Late at night when I'm barely conscious;
    I see your face.
    red hair; soft
    skin so light: so smooth
    and those delicious lips - that sit right below that silver stud.
    I've seen it a thousand times.

    We lay together and talk
    You're so clear I can almost feel you.
    But then my heart begins to race
    And consciousness returns,
    To leave you gone without a trace.