Through the bitterness of winter life crawls, so lingering and lonely and hauling your battered heart into the shelter of some place holy Your mind swims with the terrible things those hands have groped toward The grit of guilt and shame conspire to serve as your reward
Such troubled thoughts reverberate as they echo up into the arches Gathering their mass and falling back they’ve now swollen to a chorus It’s to the ivory king atop his wooden cross your hope will momentarily cling but in the deafening silence he lets ring you’ll sigh your stuttered hymn…
“O, hold me hold me like someone who knows me for there must be one…”
Caught between the ribbons and the frills of a hired friend in a rented room Her garments kiss the mottled carpet as she beckons you from the dimming gloom You’ve lassoed all your longing gathered up your greed but all is tarnished by the arrogance of succumbing to this need
To feel her fingers, small and slender as they rouse your self belief A patron of the pornographic sweatshops with nothing beyond this fleeting relief Your hands suddenly feel so cold There’s much your body is aching to confess and your tears of lumpen coal merely exist as you whimper at her breast…
“O, hold me hold me like someone who knows me for there must be one…”
The dance of waves like hungry knives metallic in the floodlight moon This freezing clifftop is haunted by the remnants of a family ruin And strobing images of numbered girls divorced from name and age You torched everything that mattered for a compulsion you could not assuage
The trouble swells, you’ve lost control it’s from yourself you now must flee Still your wings, they have no feather it’s a long way down but then you’re free Soon you’ll slip between the stars a fragment of that timeless beauty as the sea rises up to carve your body you exhale that broken plea…