Alone in the room the cloud of dark dreams disperse
and alabaster skin brushes my face my arm, hands brush
my chest and lips my shoulder... I am not alone.
Sweet sunrise through hotel drapes plays with my eyes
Making shapes of colors and diamonds of dust.
Sweet lady wrap me up in your arms of light.
Lay me down with the false promises of
the submissive the passive
I won't put up a fight...
Slay me with what weapons and passions you have.
I deserve no better and no less.
Lay me in beds and tear me to shreds.
Crush me with whims and indifference
and cast me aside
Am I to be your groom
And you my bride?
There may not be enough space
In any room.
And what do I have to prove? And to whom?
That I can rise again and again
whether I win or lose?
Beaten, bloodied, or buried,
beneath the pyramid, inside the tomb?
And yet I rise,
I rise again with the love
our hearts have carried.
When all I have ever wanted
was more and more and more.
But for all this time this house of my mind
Has been haunted with ghosts white
and grey and black
all I have ever needed was a door.
Don't mind me, darling,
if I shutter twin windows
against the sun of a new spring,
I'm just resting my eyes.
3.20.2005
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