can I shade your eyes like a charcoal painting
I could have shaded them as I wish
make your look starve for my body
make your face so clear
I could see right through you.

Do you hear some voice from the kitchen?
It's my soul messing with the pots
repeating this quilt of thoughts
I made from looking at you and from my
eternal hunger for you
even my coffee machine can't get it
that I can't drink sugar
but I want you, in big, long terms
and all my wishes in a fish bowl
shade my true intention.

I always smoke when I get confused
and I'm empty for you, shedding my soul
like a caffeine activated snake
smoothing on my uncontrolled passion
that eats my cells with smoke and
faint emotions like water colors.

I always smoke when I ask you to look at me
I'm afraid
I'm shaded wrong for you
and you don't want to mess with charcoal.