Surrender the Chase

That plain gold ring
Is like a burden on your finger
But with a heart as black as night
How can you claim love her, too?

Apply a little pressure
Take time to realize
Where do we go from here
When you don't know my name?

Even now, as you whisper
Winsome words worth wonders
Can you say you know
you really love a woman?

You're all I need
If you would try and
See things my way
But that'd be asking for
The moon and the sky

I don't wanna be
Your soldier of love
In this vacancy of a
Silent house
Gimmie shelter or at least
Release therapy

You talk that talk
But can you walk the line
You know, the one between my heart
And... hers?

She me and he
We three agree,
But we lack harmony.

Discord in this chord
Broken beaten scarred
But I'll never give up on
My apocalypse
Dripping down your fingertips

All of my love could
Be that easy if you would just
Sayso
But in my dreams
I keep falling through
The space between to
Stay or leave

I know my world is not enough,
But let me give it to you,
Make it good.
You have my devotion
In these arms of mine
Even after tonight

But because that
Pretty little thing
Has your pretty little heart,
I tell myself I'm not in love

When the naked truth is
This is just artificial breathing
Meant to fuck with your head
While angels teach u a lesson

But come closer
I'll tell you a secret
This me, I'm not is
Somewhat damaged
And in need of a fixxxer

In your eyes I see the
Spectrum of how I let you down
By letting more than words linger
Like a star in the distance

I'm so dazed and confused
Do I shut her down or
Save me

I mean the hand that feeds
Leaves scars as you
Kiss me when I wake up,
And I do not want this

I'm broken between the lines
Of this love song
Abnormally attracted to sin
And bleeding me into
Azure autumn leaves

Wishing I was the
Chosen one
In your beautiful world
Making time stand still for
The both of us.

New, fanfic-y thing that is as yet untitled

Hello, hello again. Shaboom shaboom. So I'm back with a new... whatever this is I think I'm doing. A new, slow-starting piece that I'm pretty sure will be a cheesey piece of fanfic by the end of it. Meh. Such is life. So here goes hoping I don't offend, fuck shit up or make the true fangirls/fanboys mad...
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Solange Lloyd sang into the broom handle, not caring who heard. She was home alone, anyway, and on a Saturday night at that. Her neighbors were probably all out. Being somewhat introverted, no matter how good she got at hiding it, had stunted her social life. So she stuck to singing as she swept up in her tiny coffehouse, just a few minutes after closing. The rest of her night would consist of getting in some time on the boards before she took a few hours to practice her instruments. That's what she had planned, at least.

Her voice faltered in the near dim light as she looked up to see a very tall figure at the storefront window. Her cheeks tingled crimson as her vision adjusted to the shadowed reflections on the inside and the night cloaked reality outside.

"Can I help you, sir?" Solé walked closer to the window, praying he hadn't seen or heard her personal concert. She thought she had an okay voice, but was certain she'd not be in the top 8 of American Idol in this lifetime, regardless what her close knit circle said.

"You have a lovely voice," the man purred. His voice sounded so close, deep and rich and clear, even given the thickness of the shatter-resistant glass, as if he were just beside her sharing the quiet of her little Chestnut Hill corner.

"Uh-hoh, you saw that...," she trailed off, her voice a nervous laugh.

"Yes, I did." He smiled at her then, and Solé felt her heart tumble into her stomach. He seemed aware of his effect on her, and mercifully continued. "I was hoping you could tell me where I could find South Broad Street, my driver seems a bit," he paused, his brow furrowing as if trying to find the right word, "...new."

It was at the mention of a driver that Solé thought to get a good look at something other than his face. He was, in her opinion at least, the best example of 'tall, dark, and handsome'. She couldn't venture a precise guess at his height, but he seemed to dwarf her 5'6" frame. His slightly long dark hair was slicked back and he was elegantly dressed, which made her wonder what was on Broad Street that he was going to. His cerulean gaze narrowed as she blatantly appraised him from the other side of the window before belatedly remembering herself.

"Sorry, so sorry. Didn't mean to stare," Solé blurted as she set her broom aside and unlocked the door to him.

He had the nerve to smile knowingly at her as she stepped aside to let him in, which made him more appealing, if that were possible. More appealing in a dangerous way. 'Dangerous to my battery stock,' she thought to herself. He made a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a snort of derision, as if he'd heard her.

"If you've got a minute I can write down directions. Please, come in."

"Thank you. That would be very generous."

Solé shut the door behind him as he walked a few feet past her, leaving a thin veil of designer cologne in his wake. She turned to the bar and leaned forward to hop up and grab some paper and a pen. She settled her feet back on the floor, blowing at a few loose strands of her hair as she wrote out a list of directions. When she was done, she turned to find him looking at her oddly which made her realize how she must look: ratty Spider Man Chucks, black tights, an oversized green sweatshirt hanging from one shoulder and covered by a Holy Star Trinity (-Gate, Trek, Wars) apron and her hair in a complete shitshow of disarray. Figured she'd be looking like Cinderella's understudy when in the presence of another grown up of exceeding aesthetic proclivity. 'Dah well,' she thought to herself again. 'He's out of my league anyway'.

"Okay, here ya go, directions to South Broad. Not sure if you'll need to park, but there's plenty of lots and street space if you do."

He smiled again and took the paper from her, their fingers grazing just slightly with a tinge of static electricity. He read through the directions before he spoke again.

"'Solé's Little Coffee Shop'. Cute. So you must be Solé?"

Solange nodded and blushed, so transfixed by his elegance that she didn't realize until she looked away from him and down at her feet that she was backpedaling as he advanced, slowly crowding her into the bar. There must have been fear in her eyes when their gazes met again, as he stopped, a sheepish grin on his face that allayed suspicion. He gave a slight bow, something that seemed an out of place action for him, stepped back and reached for her right hand.

"Good lady, thank you for your assistance, it is much appreciated."

His fingertips were cool where they rested beneath her palm. He lifted her hand to his lips, tilting down slightly and placing a delicate kiss to her knuckles. Solange don't know how she stayed upright or kept her hands to herself. His lips were so soft and warm, and all she wanted to do was shove her fingers through his hair to see and hear him moan as her fingertips caressed his scalp. His hair looked like warm espresso, and she now had an urgent need to know if the strands would pour as easily over her fingers.

He straightened, returning her arm and hand, with that odd look again that she was starting to find not so troubling. His smile took its time appearing, and Solé knew she'd have no trouble finding inspiration tonight.

He took a step back and she realized she knew nothing about this seemingly refined and sophisticated stranger she had let into her bar so late. Not even a name. She found herself trying to guess at one as she smiled graciously herself and accepted his thanks. Judging by his accent, cadence and vocabulary, he probably didn't have a name that smoothly followed 'oh, god, fuck me', like Trent or Mark.

He seemed to be reading her thoughts again, and she had to wonder if she had said any of that last bit out loud. His voice, now slightly more upbeat than necessary, broke her from her thoughts.

"Well, I should get going if we wish to arrive on time. Thank you again, Solange."

He stepped back and let her pass to open the door. As he crossed the threshold, he turned back and gave a slight nod, with the hint of a knowing glance and telling smile, before pulling the door closed and telling her to lock up against the dangers of nighttime in Philadelphia. Then he strolled over to the open car door and got in. Solé watched and sighed as the taillights disappeared down the street. A few awkward and bittersweet moments and back to being a pumpkin.

"Story of my life," she shrugged as she took broom in hand again and began singing the Leeann Womack tune. "Insanely hot dude stops for directions and of course, he's probably got some trophy waiting for him in the car. Asi es la vida, Mama."

She took no notice of the fact that he used her full name without her having mentioned it, or the faint cerulean-green orbs seemingly watching her from just beyond the farthest window...

Infinitum or 88

I want you to meet me on the moon

soon as you can,

cause love won't let me wait.

Let me be the fuel by which

you search and destroy
this temple of a body wonderland
and
make me holier than thou.
I gotta have it.

I wanna move you like a

spirit in the dark,
under a dracula moon,
if you would only help me, baby.

Let's take our swee little time,

get clean together
shout it on soapboxes
or castles of sand.
I wanna find out how you like it
so give it to me while it's hot.

Baby, tengo que decirte algo,

perdito sin ti.
Even when you're around, baby
I have found I get lost in
more than a memory.

Hey, Love, hey you,
for once in my life, I got trouble.
Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
couldn't spark my faith, but you,
you just might make me believe.

Your love has no sense of crime,

only highlights, and even in my
fuck me pumps you sent me flying.
 
Now, I know it's a man's world,
but would you mind, just for a while,
if I was in control?
Maybe you could pour a little sugar
in my bowl,
give me more til the world ends
and we sigh and say
let's do it again.

I'm a sophisticated lady into
discipline and daredevil boys
with heresy tattoos.
Come on, baby, come be my ruiner.
Or nepalm bomb, or steamroller
How blue can you get?
I just want a little lovin before you
pass away.

Let me fall head first into

the springtime of your voodoo
and land in your cloud, Smokey Joe.
We can two step Scarlet's walk
while sipping rye whisky and
a violet fluid.

But wait, baby. Wait.

Take it easy, lemmie
drop the other.
I want lust and love
not just a lil freak.
But if I fell into the space between
I'd be too shy to say.

There's no church in the wild
for a lonely new religion, but say yes.
Just this once,
baby come to me
because it's getting late,
you're getting to be a habit with me
and fool that I am,
I can't get enough.

Don't pull out on me yet, stay.

Make yourself comfortable.
Please forgive me,
but the answer is you.
And no one man should have
all that power.

But I'll be waiting, my daydreamer

for the moment when
everything is everything
simply because of
something.

Then,

if I can't have you,
if it don't work out,
then you can tell me goodbye.