Oh, will you wait for me? The leaves are orange, and you are in between, with the chalice and the chain. The region that meets the slim couple of custard which rolls from your mouth. Like wet fire we make love for breakfast. I crumpled up your note, it sent me to Kansas City in a suicide slump. Who says they have to care? Who says they have to be cruel? I dreamed I was, I dreamed I was a couple who was. Something that happened before, once had conviction in nothing. Paper is open, so is the sky. Cities quake beneath your feet. Life is empty without princesses and kisses. My candle melts, my wick expires. I can't, I will not. But wait, there is hope in waiting. Please wait for me. Please.