this contrary life, unjust, often bitter
yet beautiful and fiercely loved
this leisure time in a body, haphazardly
sampling the lessons of love's ambiguities
if only our souls were welded to vessel and sword
instead of these languorous, complicated hearts
then our passions would ignite as we could only experience
once upon a time in eden's garden...
but, frankly, i'd take an eternal miss on the sweet bread of angels
to be drunk on the sweaty wine of just one hour with you
