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Informal_Effect @lemmy.ml Indivisible_Origin @lemmy.ml Legion
If your god got it right
For once in her life
I wouldn’t need words
To convince you tonight
I wouldn’t need hands
To trace supple curve
I’d bend and then blend
Every sinew and nerve
My mind would be yours
My will would be known
Marrow would melt
And bleed out of bone
Our sky would be scarlet
Our ground would be gray
The wolves in our night
Would be held at bay
Love would be legion
Wars would be won
The poison you drank
Would now be undone
If your god could see us
As we are today
She’d be the one
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Informal_Effect @lemmy.ml Indivisible_Origin @lemmy.ml Vermillion Red
Ink on our map won't change. The way I cock my head will. While I look for us amongst the topography. How upside down will you hold my world for me today. What may come from conclusions drawn atop crooked necks.
Spin the wheel with me. Make believe culpability belongs here because choice used to. When the floor gets damp what else might I expect from you? You grow gills when the wind gets wet. You breathe fire in the softest way. You lit a cigarette sunset to make vermillion red.
Show me the angles. Teach me the turns. First the wrong ones and then the rest. Tell me how I'll be the one teaching you at the end. I'll pave right through dead ends to make the turns you're sure are right. I don't recall how long I've known you. I can tell you in my sleep how long we've loved.
I'll slip from our bed at night only to murder doubt and bludgeon hope. My hands are clean and gentle come to rest on your hips again. That blood will stick to any hands but ours.
My lips can
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Informal_Effect @lemmy.ml Indivisible_Origin @lemmy.ml Bonfire
Remind me once more
What a man is for
So I know what to forget
Build with me a bonfire
The bones are here but brittle
We are each just a set of impressions
Made and had
Paper soldiers
Biding time on the back page
Burn not the effigy
When the blood you spilled
Was for the man in me
The little lives you traded
For the one we couldn’t make
Paint a picture of a lonely life
I can't make due with holy
Having trafficked in sin
I'll not settle for silence
When I've earned an amen