How the fool in me longs for
The silent sweetness of her kiss,
Still ringing in my ear,
While my body performs the most hopeless
Series of contortions
Just to stay in her shadow.
Oh how I’m in hot pursuit!
Counting the racing stripes on her ribcage,
1, 2, 3,
Clinging onto the coattails of a
So high she flies, in her insectile disguise,
Shaking me off with a smile.
But when the sun has ceased to share her joy,
There she’ll remerge,
From the hollow doorway,
The crack of darkness above the earth,
My loveable tormentor, midnight intruder,
Don’t be rude or I’ll silence you with a kiss!
And I’ll never let you pass me by.