Your lips are like wine and I want to get drunk
Close your eyes imagine a kiss
May you see the stars and wish
Passionate bliss embrace you
Woven in the dreams your mother told you of
Ill protect you till the end of time
Have faith your going to fall into the right place
The cogs are to fit into place
As the souls to your feet fit your shoes
As you step up the garden path
Past the full bloom rose bushes
Up the stairs
On to a wooden front porch
Ring the door bell
Yell hi honey Im home
Ill be there waiting for you
Great shouts have awoken the heavens
Nows your time
This is our city of angels
Gather your wings
You’re to become untouchable
As us
Seal it with the kiss.
Month: October 2016
blood let
There are those who suffered
more than Christ, who knew death
would be vain; nailed, or skinned,
the Jew by the Assyrian, which
no noble death can atone.
Even now the boy king weeps
in his cell, and all of his fingers
are broken. You know what it is
that makes men mad for the sword,
the rush, of the Arabian horse:
a child is beaten, starved; a moth
has its wings torn off – it is
the hatred of this that impels us
like the wind, a Robespierre
to cut off the head.
March 2016