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