Spiked

Depending on the depth
Of your soul
Should mine meet yours
Should mine greet yours
Like strangers shaking hands
Passing like ships in the night
Admist lighthouse light
I could kiss your cheek
And pretend you kissed me back
And pretend there's nothing I lack
As far as essence is concerned
Late again... Candle burning
Lit wick and wax dripping
You sit there sipping
steaming liquid
Spiked
Because that's the way you liked
Me; Back then