Tourniquetyou heart glows in the dark like a jewel made out of paste you always seem to meet me with a blindfold on each night we spent in chains in a soft cage without a key trying to recall that first light of desire turn away from the light fading across the dunes of midnight each alone each night you walk that black forest of streets like a magnet pulling me back in time when i write i write to a stranger i can't recall the place or the time