I wish not to want you
For fear that, when I hold you,
My touch change you golden
With greedy alchemist's fingers.
I wish not to want you
And liberty, command you
From the nobility --
Metallic -- which bars you from love.
A Queen of Phrygia
I sow sin in good nature
Chest hollow for dictums
That confine my pow'r to transform
I've no eyes to covet
Yet I birth my own idols
In chambers forbidden
To those of conscience staunchly pure
I plead you, stay iron
And I'll be happily robbed
Of my talent to turn
Wretched an organic desire
I wish not to want you
As I lay my hands on you
But I have not the gift
To breathe such wishes into life.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 1:30 PM UTC
I wish not to want you
For fear that, when I hold you,
My touch change you golden
With greedy alchemist's fingers.
I wish not to want you
And liberty, command you
From the nobility --
Metallic -- which bars you from love.
A Queen of Phrygia
I sow sin in good nature
Chest hollow for dictums
That confine my pow'r to transform
I've no eyes to covet
Yet I birth my own idols
In chambers forbidden
To those of conscience staunchly pure
I plead you, stay iron
And I'll be happily robbed
Of my talent to turn
Wretched an organic desire
I wish not to want you
As I lay my hands on you
But I have not the gift
To breathe such wishes into life.
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