I taste the hunger on you
Hear the concern.
Can you see the stretch marks of time
On this mind of mine?
Feel my heartbeat
Under your cautious (fearless) lips.
Let's pretend for tonight
That the ephemeral is infinite.
An aromatic spell
It's the witching hour after all
And we've got quite a cauldron brewing.
Count each lock of hair
Let them slip through our fingers
Just so nothing else has to fall.
Sigh into the pillows
Are you upset? Content?
Spill your secrets
They're mine too you know.
I quote heaven and hell in your ears
Maybe it'll get into your head
Tonight is the only one
So come back to bed.