a work in progress

She sees herself less in the light
like snow that melts into the street
still she burns in me

When she holds me I stand bare
like desire that waits by herself
she takes me over and I'm gone

when all the good is gone
in days when they all are one
there is in her
something to believe

though its harder to be one today
even when its harder to believe
giving in is a waste of all the time

Sometimes I don't know where to go
then I see her in our candle shrine
she takes me over and I know

I don't need the answer to every question
I just need the silent strength when I'm done
she pulls me and strips me down to cry

Like snow that melts in to the street
its easy when we come undone
still I burn for her