It’s all a game, a disaster.
Asking for the hand, the woman with no face,
she evades into a thin line of invisibility.
I run in white glassy snow with her in my arms,
she doesn’t blink, doesn’t breathe my name,
the world sinks.
The glaze of protection, I want to feel her rain
The skeptical eyes, I want her certainty
I know she’s here, walking under a blue umbrella
Dancing under her secrecy, is it only my lust?
More than this thirst of love and lust, I only
see a man with a burning heart, the lies ache.
Let your hair bleed, let this cape fall, I only
need the truth, the impending certainty.
I mask my identity to save her unsure appeal
She doesn’t shine, doesn’t listen to my yearning,
the garden dries.
It’s all a game, a reminder.
Asking for the heart, the woman with no face,
I fall into a thin line of perversion of lust.