I tend a temple of false gods
Believing a glimpse inside my heart would turn a wandering cat tame
Foolishly holding onto false beliefs, singing hymns of all those happy wishes granted
I have never met someone who couldn’t walk away from me
Red dust blowing on perfumed breeze

I thought love was my name tattooed on their lips
Spilled in immortality across their work
Love is lost in a desert, aching in their words for the cooling touch of my love
flint in your eyes strikes a fire in me
I am the one that burns
Romance is cold, far
Echoing across a chasm of loneliness that I dug with my own bleeding hands
writing my longing across my work

I wanted you to be Eve and I the fruit of knowledge
Know me with your mouth and find me irresistible
Whisper into me with your teeth all the things you are afraid to say to anyone else
All the things you are afraid to do with anyone else
my skin a place for you to rest

But you went out of the garden without knowing me
Leaving me rotting on the vine

I remember the heresy of the false gods  
how fervently I prayed
Romance is such an empty glass
Desire not even half full
I want to fill your life so expansively
Like an unfurling nebula
So much potential
That you cannot breathe