Blood Bonds


It’s you I desire
Can you take this torch from me
Can you lay me down
On unholy ground
And drink deep of me

An unbearable fire
Can you see the change in me
Can you lay me down
Bind my limbs around
And move inside of me

Take out my heart
See it still beating
Our kind of love
Is only fleeting
An eternity
Of domesticity
Is not for me

Cut away the strings
That keep me bound to life
Ah, the first cut stings
We do not need the rings
To bind us man and wife

I take this knife


Time To Go To Sleep


There is nothing more to keep you
Wide awake and watchful now
Take you in my arms and sweep you
Up to bed and kiss your brow

Snow is falling on a mountain
Whales are swimming in the deep
Stars are flowing from a fountain
It is time to go to sleep

Make a wish and blow it to the moon
All your questions will be answered soon

The moon sits on a chimney pot
Clouds are snuggled with the sheep
And you are in your little cot
For it is time to go to sleep

Go to sleep

On The Far Side Of The Earth


On the far side of the Earth
The moon is telling of our love
Stars are falling
Whorling and settling
A silver blanket glistens on the land
The tigers are crying
In each others jaws
On every moonlit limb birds
Rest feather to feather
The heavens catch their breath and you
You are here
In my arms

The Ghosts Of Victory


We walk together
Thru scenes of our shared past
That I have no understanding of
Or power to change
The cratered kitchen
The entrenched bedroom
The unrecognisable twisted limbs
What could I have done?
“You could have done nothing
You think you hold the power to change me?
You hold my hand
Nothing more”
She wears a red glove
“So you might stop crying now”

The Foxtrot


If they could see me now
White tie and tails
Dancing on a silver moonbeam
They’d know why I hung them out to dry
They’d all cry out
“Why, he sure showed us!
Cardboard cutouts at a cabaret
Polishing our shoes for nothing”
Here comes the spotlight!
Can you hear the violence?
They’re playing our song
And they can all go do the foxtrot

The Bonfire


And so we meet
One final time
To burn the last of our memories
To watch the ashes of trust
Take to the air
And fall like snow flakes
In somebody else’s yard

There will be no tender kiss
No parting tears
We will not recognise each other
For all the armour
And the grotesque masks
As we seize our last chance
To push each other into the fire

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