spin you across the room
for an intervention
before some magnificent alter
await the chaos
sure to ensue.

everything i go through
is nothing next to you,
i mean it sincerely
i cannot say how
truly i do.

fell down the stairs on my way to regret
my spine might never be the same.

decided on a destination,
somewhere with rain.
stroll the film noir streets
to become besotted by you.
perhaps we will meet
by the box where you live
& i will find out
you are an artist.

the situation is different,
but somehow it's the same.