UNDER CONSTRUCTION
The previous week
and he was
demolished...
A wave of destruction
that left them
abolished...
And the light in his eyes
is pain sheened
in laughter...
That light in the darkness
could lead to
disaster...
But that light reminds me;
combines us
together...
Commonality comforts;
so hard to
surrender...
And the sound of his songs
and the taste of
his lips...
The touch of his hand
wrapped in my
fingertips...
And the way that he smiled
with such
controversy...
For Bauhaus and Siouxie
and Sisters of
Mercy...
The way that he watched me
and wanted and
waited...
The curves of his lips
left my own fear
abated...
We were both still destroyed
yet acknowledged
and known...
For that moment the lonely
learned they
weren't alone...
He gave me that magic
and time
somersaulted...
Wave of destruction;
enraptured and
halted...
True we're destroyed
and under
construction...
Yet can't help but smile
at our
introduction.
Written by Jason Wright
SEPTEMBER 21, 2011
For David Hull