Divine Intervention

He and I by candle light,

His eyes, divine, I’m falling . .

clawing at your face.

 

Where are you?

He’s ruled by the moon,

a storm, god, yes, please, no . .

 

When he’ll return . . . He’ll say:

Take it off.

Are you ready for me baby?

Help me … and i’ll touch his body …

I’ll kiss the scars I gave you last night,

I’ll promise to be the remedy,

I’ll be the cure . . this is therapy.

 

 

 

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