Midnight Email

Midnight Email Night burns both ends of the candle Full bent upon those wilderness horses Tearing in their stampede chains As this scarlet sangria swallows its taste of regret Heated on the words Caught between my heart and throat When the larynx wish for love Do they cough their silence With too many cigarettes I love you too much to crumble At the pillars of my salt Or to deny the impossible And hasten to the ruin of my blood Midnight then fails to impart The cold sweat of loss By thirty degrees tossed unsleeping On a burning bed of want And never quench my thirst Isis, oh Isis, cry to the prow of stars And lay a blessed hand Upon a troubled brow Turn calico fortune to a thread of silk Weaved into the tapestry of her heart I hear the stampede Tearing horses wild at their chains Full burning on both the candles ends