Friday, 1 March 2013

Heaven Goes


Soft moon in the night
Stop whispering to me
I’ve been drunk with you too long
And it’s late.

I need clouds in the sky.
This anesthetized canopy above me won’t do.
I need you.

Soft moon, safe drugs
I’m tiring of your tricks,
Can't take much more of this.

Maverick rebels and honey devils
Your graceless art is gone
I’ve known this all along
But your spirits are so strong.

One breath of you and I’ll be fine
The soft luscious sting of wine
Your neck, chin and jaw line.

If I taste your lips
I’ll need more of this
So much to touch, so much to risk.

Soft evil, generous love
The grace of now, looming above.
Flesh and spirits flirt and flow
Blood and lust in constant throes
A loving stupor we have chose
Because we both know where heaven goes.

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