Still Hidden in Her

I want to see the starry nights now hidden by the city lights.
And I want to see my lover’s shape
still hidden in her flair.

I want to see the morning sun before the day has yet begun.
And I want to see my lover’s nape
still hidden in her hair.

I want to be more than I already am and more than they thought I could be.
I want to be more than I thought that I could and more than they thought they would see.

I want to taste the lust of life and taste the love that is my wife.
And I want to taste my lover’s yin
still hidden in her head.

I want to taste the life of lust submission that will come with trust.
And I want to taste my lover’s sin
still hidden in her bed.

I want to be more than I already am and more than I thought I could be.
I want to be more than I thought that I could and more than I thought I would see.

I want to see the gothic flair cathedrals reaching to the air.
And I want to see my lover’s fate
still hidden in her layers.

I want to see decadent views of all the thirst I see in you.
And I want to see my lover’s hate
still hidden in her prayers.

I want to be more than I already am and more than you thought I could be.
I want to be more than I thought that I could and more than you thought you would see.

I want to speak the poet’s words of long lost love and the absurd.
And I want to speak my lover’s need
still hidden in her tears.

I want to speak language of love, language of lust, language of doves.
And I want to speak my lover’s greed
still hidden in her fears.

I want to be more than I already am and more than we thought I could be.
I want to be more than I thought that I could and more than we thought we would see.

Explain to Me

Won’t you please try and explain, to me the ways of the world?
And if you know, the ways of romance. And please, the ways of girls.

Can you please try and explain, to me these things so complex?
And if you know, the ways of the love. And please, the ways of sex.

Will you please try and explain, to me the ways of the dead?
And if you know, the ways of sorrow. And please, the things I said.

Can’t you please try and explain, to me the ways of the dark?
And if you know, the ways of the day. And please, the ways of art.

Succumb

How many nights must I succumb
to kiss the neck just to taste the blood?
How may nights must I pretend
that one more drop can somehow defend?
How many nights must I succumb
to the way that i was when I was young?
How many nights can I pretend
that one more kill can take away my sin?

How many nights can I deny
the fire that burns and turns inside?
How many nights can I awake
in a cold sweet and to an old fate?
How many nights can I deny
The way that i was when I was shy?
How many nights can I awake
take heed and take hold the words of the snake?