Its the day when the bleeding’s done it comes
The longing for that cringing urge I’ve lost,
That rising flame that enters and benumbs
Me from the inward chilled like so much frost.
My shiver announces his return to me,
That comes in a disguise of breath of day,
And suddenly I cannot seem to see
Whyever I would make him go away.
Could there be a perch upon the rooftop,
A melody to sing at dawn of night,
One to forget what cursed us both to stop,
And make room for what was always in sight?
I wish for now there could be and we’d kiss,
Lingering in the ever embraced love
That although it is the rush I always miss,
May never have been sent down from above.