In My Lips
Lost with a golden kiss Beneath sanity and pores that bleed Carve me a wooden enemy And when they are due to cry I will keep you near And the night is slowly aging Cold in summer, lonely like I Yet again another prayer Squirming in throbbing ash Memories of carnival mothers With straw kisses for their sons All but this heart I hold dear You wake me with wells Of drowning children Your hands are of pale martyrs Jig-saw motives lying fresh upon broken soil And I too am lying awake You were not the thought of this Foresaken, and still you sleep me down Upon words, and your black petals Patiently my wrists are breathing you in And to be captured, thrown back down In my lips, still you I forgiveI think everyone's heart is broken... Written January 5th, 2002 © on Jan 05 2002 03:26 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Lost with a golden kiss..."