Feeling

so you have got the feeling now baby,
                                  a feeling to miss me true.
the nights have grown longer lusting,
                                  just a memory to pass it through.

gentle sweep of air notwithstanding,
                                  they brush my lips with blue.
the remembrance is terrible baby,
                                  i certainly yearn for you.

holding myself prisoner of this faith,
                                  i smoke things for cure.
sanctum sanctimonious of your soul baby,
                                  how can it be so pure?