I don't know which Alice to love more

I am starting to believe you are all the same person.  Once at the church, again at the diner, once more in bed and still there when I close my eyes.  What is this symphony that echoes through the chambers?  I have tried to comply with what you asked.  To whom am I speaking?  Rhapsody in blue. 

The same words you have read pass before my eyes and it is the only way I can know your mind.  The word “possession” is the only thing that makes any sense.   I still do not know what color they truly are.  It hurts but I cannot look away.  She caught me in the dark. 

He needs you right now just as you need him.  Of everyone I have ever seen… 

I see everyone through breaking glass. Do you dream like a child?  I think that you know what to do. It does smell pretty, she said.  And how right she was. 

I am going to think about you every Sunday morning (maybe just Sunday or maybe Sunday evening). 

My sunflower.  My sunflower, you leave me dancing

I imagine you with a mask, a pink mask, that’s how I want to see you. 

These things glisten like metal. 

Oh Johnnie, this world you have opened up to me. 

Heaven sent.  My sunflower I know this is the truth.  This is far too complex for such a simple man.  And then the explosions begin.  So much change in an empty, endless game and all I know is this true love I feel.  Everything is wrapped in a cloak of desire.  You can't help but leave so much behind.  And I could feel envy from others.

Fruit so supple it drips ambrosia.   There are endless fields by flowing rivers.  A paradise drenched in pink and purple.

It fills so much, please let me drink from your hands.

Don’t tell me your plans.  Love sprang forth in astonishment.  Temptation has a stranglehold on us.  Just one glance, black water on the shore.  We trade our virtue. 

The greatest motion.  Stars align themselves. Everything succumbs to blue and black.  I don’t dare venture back a second day.  You have eclipsed everything.  This is a raincloud on my life.  You drain my blood.

There is no greater beauty.  I took a vacation in the stars.  There was a harmony of love and desire.  He fled when he was saw what was in her eyes.  Everything was nuclear. 

No words to describe that movement.  He wrote a thousand of them and none of them seemed to fit.  There is nothing so pure.  Nothing else remains.  I have always searched for this.  In the morning she is there.  So many promises.  The veins. 

I would die for a dance.  The shoulder is the best place to be.  Think of this as my goodbye.  She could see it reflected in her own eyes.  There is nothing at the end of that street.  This is the last moment we speak.  It is better not to know. 

I can’t say anything in these moments of rhapsody.  Pianos go into overdrive.  You say words I have never heard.  I read words first seen by your eyes and they are far more beautiful for that.  How can I know you?  Tell me everything. 

My sunflower, I will search behind every glass door.  Where are you healing today?  I am just a guest.  So much rhythm all around us.  What difference does the choice make?  All those streets and alleys and shops all so connected.  We are at the top of the hill and see everything for once.  The other side of midnight is where you will see me next.

Desire was a transparent blue. 

You are there each and every time but I have no idea who you are.  I feel scared and oddly exhilarated.  You like to go places he doesn’t.  I wonder what places you could show me.  No, I never wonder that, I cannot.  I can’t allow you to steal away this perfect dream.  When you fall asleep at night what name is on your lips?  Who are you praying to before sleep takes you?  I know I was there at the beginning of things.  I would cradle you and wish for nothing more.  The days are few but they take an eternity to pass.  Leave me alone, no I don’t mean that.  What is everyone saying?  I go back and forth.  But it is all so beautiful; those are the words I hear.  Why is everyone afraid of going home again? 

There is a voice somewhere in the background telling me it is time to walk away.  I don’t want to listen to it but I know I will.  Someday in the park maybe.  We will be by a river or by an ocean.  From the terrace you hold out your arms as if for a hug and I can see you across the way, even when it is night. 

My spiral is never broken.  I have moments where I am absolutely certain none of this is real and I break down and cry because I realize no one I speak to actually exists.  Please someone tell me what is wrong with me. 

You’re exploding me again.  Just like you always do.  When the sun goes down I think we are both doing the same thing.  The music is quiet for just a moment and I am very terrified that the world is going to end soon.  The night smells familiar and it is wonderful and frightening.  Ah Monique, please arrest me. 

I may be going against the best advice but I am going to tell him my plans.  I agree we need a scheme but I know something will come to me.  Those brief moments together were everything and I believe I can be happy now that they are safely locked away forever.  What paintings will we see together?  I think we’ll be drinking something pink. 

I know I’ll see you at the next millennium.