I Celebrate Your Skin

Her secrecy is charming to me. The sexual wisdom of a thousand years. With silver eyes she tore through me. It is you I bring to ruin. Please, a silent hour, it’s you that turned old, My love was never a blessing, My gifts are cold. So I celebrate your blood. It is the music of the sea. I was simply running for the flesh. Your wound falls away from me. Your summer breathes aloud, it is a kiss that awakens me. My secrecy is charming to her. The two of us, we understood. With fragile limbs you claimed the distance, While holding hands with a dying God. It was my pride you gifted to me, While holding hands with a dying God. So I celebrate your skin, it is the curves of the earth. Roaring skies endlessly left, on the great day of your birth. As you lay before my storm, a bird sits at your noble feet. I am a word apart, I am the coldest heart, I am a serpent of the sea. You are a golden sun, you are the silver moon, you are a fever killing me. I am a thoughtless dream, I am never seen, I am what you all will be. You are the glowing pain, you are the one to blame, you are my tragedy.