Black hair across her body,
Around her like a maid or a shroud,
And in that blissful sleep of morning,
Remember your words to me now.
You hold your breath and I wonder,
Of those thoughts that move in you,
And I can still feel the echo in my brain,
And in my joints I see the silhouette of you.
Pleasure took me over,
Forgive me, I was young, I needed to.
And now your gone, it hits me like a wave,
Its neither pain now, nor pleading, here with you.
***
Hold out, ‘till the morning,
Through all the long, long day.
And when it comes,
You’ll be just like that Mourning Dove,
You wanted me to be.
***
Eyes like a sea of cold diamond -
But you’ll burn out in the end,
And your velvet, uncensored, holy tiger blood,
Is still the reason that I can’t love again.
***
Hold out, ‘till the morning,
Through all the long, long day.
And when you come it will be
just like
that Mourning Dove,
you wanted
me
to be.
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