We lie together as we always do . stolen moments of pleasure in our bed of wood and fairy lights that dance above our heads as halos do for the innocent . Your heart in chest against my back, Your breath tickles my neck.
My neck feels the pressure as my hair is trapped in the silver lace , My feet are blue, My palms are red- and I am guilt .
I could relieve the pressure 'round neck and 'round lip To others we are pathetically in love. To me , we are pathetic , To you , we are in love .
I could not be failure to you . And so my neck still feels pressure, And my lips breathe lies .