A Love Story
Soured milk never tasted
so sweet as when licked
from your memories lips
Covered and shared our bodies sweat
that salt and passion could not preserve
the way we tricked ourselves into believing
between weak and tired moans at 3AM
And you let go
that single breath escaping
that slightly parted rose-bud mouth
You thought no one would notice
your chest rise and fall
as you take another deliberately
That no one but you could hear
your heart beating
so fast and so violently
against your walls
Constructed and thin
your paper mâché fortress lets the light in
around your darkened silhouette
It would have been easier to keep me out
with the curtains drawn
and the key out of plain sight
there you were
--------
Here come the thought police again
telling me to move along
does that excite your inner sense of me
are you back again to commit another
crime against heart and soul
or just gazing softly at a photo album shaking your head
so sweet as when licked
from your memories lips
Covered and shared our bodies sweat
that salt and passion could not preserve
the way we tricked ourselves into believing
between weak and tired moans at 3AM
And you let go
that single breath escaping
that slightly parted rose-bud mouth
You thought no one would notice
your chest rise and fall
as you take another deliberately
That no one but you could hear
your heart beating
so fast and so violently
against your walls
Constructed and thin
your paper mâché fortress lets the light in
around your darkened silhouette
It would have been easier to keep me out
with the curtains drawn
and the key out of plain sight
there you were
--------
Here come the thought police again
telling me to move along
does that excite your inner sense of me
are you back again to commit another
crime against heart and soul
or just gazing softly at a photo album shaking your head