How much do you miss me... the roads that I have shown you, would never take you to the lamp-post whose flickering lights had searched with me in vain the destination and desires of a runaway night.
And then again the summers would heave into autumns children would be playing outside a game of impatient cloud searching for the hidden rain...
And you standing by the window would only know of the great fortress that had tied him for that day that had merged within the secrets of your eye of your lips closing in on mine and your breasts in my clasp tireless after another day another rain.
How much would you miss me then if I am still there with you as always far from the shadows of my palace and a guilt-laden sun knowing you would be then unknowing you... of a tongue that touched many a mysteries on my neck, whispers of yet another day another rain...
