i see now you'll never love me
through the beautiful clouds of the lie
but this time the end doesn't matter
i don't need to forsee how we die
stop dancing; my breath's at a loss.
i loved you i loved you i loved you
like a vine whose stake has been felled
your wintery devotion bit through me
though my anger could always be quelled
by the thought that our mornings were no one's
and the run of the forest was mine.
my love, your love shall be resting
she's stopped creeping and welcomes the night
i'll be sitting in my favorite corner
as you lie down to sleep by the fire
take this love - and build it a funeral pyre.
entranced, i'll watch you breathing
as sleep has its way with your form
pinching your musk covered candle
drawing itself towards the door
my 'i love yous' hanging like roses
muted with the loss of the sun
bind my limbs - my searching is done.
Posted by acr at November 13, 2003 07:00 PM | TrackBack