Sunday, July 19, 2009

french corniche (city in the dark)

i drink your body half away
and then i grieve another faceless day
my fingers showing bone against the wheel
i dream of all those lips that wear my seal

aspiration placed upon a quiet shelf
as i become my another former self
to bite that kiss again
i really drive the earth away

immortal aching for her last repair
and they were lost to love, oh

the generations come and go
more faces than ever i cared to know

carnations grow and wilt away
so many lost their lives to love that way
speed down the Nile or Riviera

alone at night
is when i'm least afraid
alone at night
is when i'm least afraid

i need your flesh against my wheel
i dream of all those lips that wear my seal

ambition placed upon a broken shelf
as i become a future self

they were lost to love

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