If you kissed me now, I'd kiss you back.
Run my teeth across your lip.
Maybe let a little taste slip.
I'd pull my fingers through your hair.
In the silk of my back you'd find your grip.
Down we'd go into the peace.
When we're done, there will be nothing.
Nothing but the broken and bittersweet.
But now I won't think.
Now I need arms and lips and more.
I want everything I don't know.
I'll push my hands up your chest.
I've buried my soiled soul.
Here's the grave I'd lay in with you.
A feather-down headstone.
And linen caskets carry us on.
If I kissed you now, I would breakdown.
Run a blade across your hip.
Maybe let a little vengeance slip.
You'd pull your blade; we'd stop and stare.
In the leather of our skin blood would drip.
Down we'd go; into pieces.