The Sky Is Grey

The sky is grey and it's been raining all day
 There's nothing to do but read things from the days
 When I had had better days, the days without you
 From them days filled with plans and ideas
 About things that I'd never really know
 She left her imprint on me, I couldn't shake her.
 I'd been pressed so hard I was part of the ground.
 My emotions squeezed out as easy as...
 Her beautiful ideas covered me like a blanket or a shadow
 on the other side of an enormous light
 I was helpless
 An impression waiting for someone new to pour into themselves into my shell
 Waiting for the sun, rip across my sky
 Waiting for you
 I released tremors in her like a sword plunging into a belly
 Releasing ridiculous amounts of food and wine
 I looked for the golden rewards of vibrations and shudders
 I loved this girl, and that love was a fuel that drove me to the waking morning light
 My lips an inexhaustible resource of pleasure for her
 I was a miner unwilling to stop until I had reached the Earth's core
 I was a Russian on a horse liberating camps in occupied countries
 Freeing passionate fluids from her body over and over again
 Over from her body