Maybe it will snow

I can listen the seagulls in the back of my head,
careful ! here come the planes, my skull gets ready to go...
Come as you are, pay as you go...

the voice says: where am i going? what do i really want?
there's a hand extended towards my heart full of memories
and a beautiful enlightened christmas tree in the backyard

and the voice said: may be it will snow.
she had a beautiful black dress that shinned in her white snow skin
the mince pies sat quietly at the table the all night
and we did not touch them

hi, smile, hi, nervous smile

what sounds do i like ? in between the silence and my breath?
maybe this gap, this inbetween, wanting without willing
staying without wanting
longing
silently
for their touch.

voices all around the room like urges for cramberries
and my silken soft throat crashed in a cramp
can't tell you now can I?
The dress shinning
the champagne glittering
merry christmas
darling
darling

red lipstick on a pie
bitten
silently bitten

waves collapsing, dark and cold out here
come out
leave the fire
come down to see me
baby
come as you are
pay as you go.

ok. who is this really?
and the voice said:
maybe it will snow...maybe it will snow.